I Woke Up On A Tropical Island
A vacation was needed,
off on a cruise we were treated.
Great cabin, food, parties and shows,
now in a chair with a book about a rose.
The seas got really rough,
off the desk went our stuff.
Into the cold water we went,
we swam like it was a swimming event.
A tropical island we did reach,
feeling like pirates we hit the beach.
The first thing we need to do,
is make shelter for me and for you.
Fresh fruit and fish both day and night,
oh my what pure delight.
The blast of a very loud horn,
we thought we were airborne.
Now awake and back in port,
our tropical island dream was no resort.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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