How Did That Happen
With icy blue- black eyes and ginger spicy hair
Caribbean pirate girl gave off an intimidating air
We boys could not help but sit and stare
Wishing we did not hunger for a bit of care
Her name was unknown, but she was more than fine.
I wish she would talk to us, I would make her mine!
We laughed at my cousin, so naïve at age nine.
Let’s nickname her something; maybe Clementine?
She sat on the ship, staring past us, as if we were scum.
When those eyes land on me, I feel like yesterday’s bum.
She flicked something off her blouse, it was a cupcake crumb.
We stared at her as she drank down a flask full of rum.
Oh, woe is me, she is beautiful, said many.
How old do you think she is? Eighteen or twenty.
My cousin Dover at nine was such a ninny.
He yelled “How old are you? Eighteen or twenty?”
She gave him a wave and invited him over.
The rest of us hung off the edge, watching our Dover.
How did that happen? Asked another cousin, a thug.
When he got over to her, Dover gave us a wave, so very smug.
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