...Then alas,
Do please, tell on
For I wish to hear
of your pirating days-
Of your whiskey-lipped
And reckless ways.
Of moments lost
And wisdoms gained,
The poetic travels
...of a wayward heart
broken-
and pained.
So tell me now,
poet,
Of this rowdy
and randy
life
you speak.
I promise,
I can take it.
For I've a
poetess-soul,
That's far,
from meak.