Joy...Oh, Boy

You lay in the surf waiting for me Although Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr we could not be. Trying at love with the incoming tide Kelp and seaweed stuck to my side. "Great gods", thought I, as I wrote the rhyme Use "Adonis" and "Poseidon" from another time. I'll let love be the center of the poem I write And show all who read it, my emotional insight. The pounding of the waters blue Will be my metaphor of a love so true. And I'll have to sex it up a bit For passion plays a big part in it. I will use "penetration" and words like "breech" To add to that image of us on the beach. With the romantic beginning I have said And to the altar of love that I've been led. Because I finish with our pledge on the shore The reader will always want to have more. So, the green eyed girls will be my poetic night And close the verse, so crisp and tight. Note: It took sum lookin' fer me to find, Which of yer verses to redo in kind. I be such a nut on rime y'see... This'n be the one fer me. Not only be the words of it I do, But "Glad Tidings" title caught me good eye, too! 'Cause it be 'ard fer me to act on yer quirk, Me spleen to trash one o' yer better werks. As I be not 'fraid of a few typed words, Trashin' me stuff as if'n they be turds. So, 'ere y'ar matey, me own attempt whilst I be sprawl, To change them words that ye did scrawl. Me words 're somwhat boggin' 'Cause me be thinkin' what was in 'er noggin'. And if'n ye take offense at me 'ritin' a bit, "RRRRRRRRRRR emember that ye asked fer it!