BOAT

I near ‘bout bought myself
A boat
One time!
That was when
I was much younger
And dating
(Identification is not necessary
 right now)
What’s her name!
 A demo boat
It was.
It was in love too.
Whew, that boat
And what’s her name!

Excitement,
The lure of the beauty
Of the boat
And what’s her name
Led to my
Downfall.
I just couldn’t leave
The two of them
Alone.
Separately, that is.
Discretion may have something
To do with valor,
But with romance,
Who can tell?

Youth led me to
Fondle my boat and
What’s her name!
Both with tender loving care.
The fickle finger
Of fate
Caused the boat to lurch
And I forgot what my left hand
Was doing
As I reached
For the controls
Grabbing with my right hand
The bare cable of the
Battery!

What’s her name
 Lit up like a Christmas tree.
She fell backwards
Screaming, Screaming, Screaming
Just as I cut the motor off.
That, my friend
Was the ultimate
In romance killers
Yessiree, the ultimate.
I learned a lot that day,
An education in what not to do!
Needless to say
I didn’t buy the boat
And what’s her name was history!