The Blue Lady
“The Blue Lady”
It was a room 316 meters long.
"The Blue Lady" was a beauty, sleek, and very strong.
With spiral staircases from taboo decks,
which aloud me to roam like a little small speck.
The room was the longest, the fastest at sea,
and would glide over waves with greatest of ease;
but would occasionally put her arms to the water
to beat mother natures fierce strong father.
It didn't matter when nature didn't agree;
I would feel alive, fancy, and completely free.
If the room with which I dance was not what I liked,
I could change like a flash and get upon a bike.
The Blue Lady was unique with all of her rooms,
and made me feel sexy under many night moons.
The room that was 316 meters long
was dismantled, sold, and no longer strong.
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