My dear, sweet toupee,
Please don’t you fly away.
Though it’s breezy here
On the Lido deck today.
My natural hair all fell away,
You were (glued) here to stay.
Now, you may be leaving me.
So, please don’t fly away.
Straits
Atlantic Crossing.
Last day sailing all alone.
The Med tomorrow.
Sailor’s Tale
There once was a woman named Flo,
At sea, she was willing to go.
While back on dry land,
She charged half a grand,
And the sailors all called her Land Ho.
Every Day
I will write a poem every day.
Unless I have nothing to say.
Then, I have to write free verse.
Or haiku, sonnets or even worse.
So, I have to have a decent thought.
Or all this scribbling is for naught.
My thoughts of past were very bold.
They’re all gone now. I’m very old.
Sailing
I thought I saw a dolphin,
Out swimming in the sea.
It could have been a mermaid,
They look the same to me.
(I need my glasses.)
I’m on the second watch,
I’m sitting on my balcony.
I’m on my third Mojito,
So it looks pretty clear to me.
(Rum is tasty.)
I was born to be a sailor,
To explore the Seven Seas.
I just need a decent cabin,
And another Mojito, please.
(Watching the ocean is thirsty work.)
This may not be the life,
Of the brave sailors of old times.
They made a living sailing,
Among their many crimes.
I’m too late to be a pirate,
As Jimmy Buffett said.
Yet, staring at the ocean
Will get inside your head.
(Can you get me another Mojito?)
Progress
The Cutty Sark made seventeen knots,
From London Town to China.
She used the wind to carry tea.
For a time, there were none finer.
The clipper ships were eclipsed
By new ships powered by steam.
The steamship beat the ships with sails,
But sails are still a sailor’s dream.
So, today I’m doing twenty knots,
With diesel-electric power down below.
Three knots faster than the Cutty Sark.
Is it such a better way to go?
Black Sox Scandal
Did you never see “Queer Eye”,
My dear gay friends on board?
Can’t you fix the black socks with sandals?
They’re an abomination to the Lord.
Old Folks Cruise
Turn the music up loud.
Dance lessons, please.
Break out the cards and board games.
Take the chewy stuff off the buffet.
Nothing starts until 11:00am.
Everything ends by 9:45pm.
Don’t schedule anything at naptime.
Bingo is sacred.
At Sea
Waves.
That is all.
Aging
We’re falling apart.
From head to toes,
From North to South,
All parts must go.
We’re forgetting things
We used to know.
From basic to complex,
From fast to slow.
There’s other problems,
This was just a little bit.
I had even more problems,
I don’t know where I wrote it.