A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
![]() A log of our magnificent journey. |
We plant spring seed where open space is found while snow is still on ground. With folks to feed, we get an early start with creaky wooden cart. The food we need-- like carrots, spinach, beets-- will soon be healthy treats. The farmer's creed will guide the way we work. This trust we will not shirk. In muddy mead, muck boots and winter coat provide the antidote. If you take heed, the spunk that labor brews defeats the winter blues. This simple deed will cultivate a sense of value to dispense. |
Deep in the bowels of the ship, beneath the engine room deck plates, the bilge monster accumulates grease and oil from their drip, drip, drip, creating serious fire threat, which makes Machinist Mates upset. Lowly crewman must make a trip down below, crawling on his belly to wipe up that smelly jelly and strip bilge monster of his evil grip. Crewman going below: https://www.alamy.com/180409-n-hd110-0022-pacific-ocean-april-9-2018-engineman-f... . |
The passion pulses in my breast, as I proclaim desire for you, embarking on my fervent quest. I promise to always be true in whatever we may pursue, whether it be building careers or exploring some new frontiers. My mission is to make you happy as we wend our way through the years. I hope that is not too sappy. Notes on the Dizain form of poetry ▼ |
Is you is, or is you ain't gonna be my loving mate, or do I have to dispatch my trusty hit man Cupid in his soiled diaper to spark romantic antics with his medicated dart? 7 lines |