PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Seina, is that you?



Yes, and may I ask who?



Who I am is not important now

I was the other frau.

I heard on the news

He was lost at sea,

And I wanted you to know,

He did nothing with me.

I tried all my feminine wiles,

The thigh-highs, and sexy smiles,

But as he started to the door,

I heard him say,

I can’t do this to her,

No way.



I just thought you should know,

Now I will go.

Wait, you mean, he just walked away?

Yes, Seina, that is what I called to say.



Thank you, whoever you are,

Hearing that has lifted my heart.

I don’t believe he is lost at sea,

I just know he is coming back to me.



…



Row, Row, Row your boat,

Gently down the stream,

Sure you wouldn’t like to take over,

It is your turn it would seem.



No, I can’t drink a beer and row too,

Save the bottles to catch the morning dew.

Row, Row, Row your boat,

At least we are still afloat.



Ha, ha, ha, I think I am losing my mind,

I know there wasn’t much there to find.

Ha, ha, ha, ok, give me one of those,

I have rowed all I can, I must doze.



Seina, my darling, I am here,

I am fine, but God is drinking up the beer.

I am rowing and sailing too,

I am on my way back to you.



You are so beautiful,

In that white negligee you have on,

Just as beautiful without,

Hon.



Tell our babies, daddy will be home,

Keep saying their prayers,

It won’t be long.



Well, I really need to sleep,

God is on the tiller,

My soul his to keep.



Rest easy my love,

Keep that candle lit,

Want be long my dove,

I just know it.



What is that awful squaller,

Thank you God,

It is a fishing Trawler.



I don’t know if I have the strength to wave,

But I must, if I am to see my babes.

Over here, over here, it is so black,

Days later, I awaked on my back.



Hello? I try to wheeze.

Sollie, Chollie, only speak Japanese.