The woman was worried and very distressful,
she could not swim and her dress was too heavy
- she would sink like an old ship’s anchor.
The man saw her fear and kept paddling
with a grim on his face and a whistle on his lips.
“How was your morning, sir.” Said she.
“It was a most glorious morning, madam,
I see Apollo’s chariot where it always have been
and I hear the waves birthing another Venus,
Neptune blesses me with his kindly touch,
by Jove, what glorious morning!”
She opened her umbrella and smiled wryly
“I didn’t know you are also a poet, my sailor friend.”
“Neither I, Neither I, but I also didn’t know
you would like to spend the rest of your life with me.
That is what brings poetry to my words…”
She smiled and he padded and that is how it ends.