A Poem

Our ship’s internet link is undergoing major software repair work today, so I was lucky to post the prior item early this morning. This one, the next one on Sydney, and the Sydney photos may be late tonight or early Friday.

My limerick below was inspired by sailing westward across the date line (where we went to bed on Tues and woke up on Thurs) close to Valentine’s day:

Our cruising has only begun,
And we are having so very much fun,
Be my valentine,
As we cross the date line,
And I’ll sleep with you two nights in one.

I had more to my entry into the valentine day poem contest. I should have won. I had incorporated a new term to my vocabulary that I had picked up from a British lecturer on the ship about espionage. The term had to do with a spy who was supposed to have been married and on a honeymoon, but whom the cabin attendant noted did not sleep in the same bed as the new spouse. The attendant said that there had been no “rumpy pumpy.” This broke open a major international spy case. I worked that new term into a very touching limerick, but I did not win the contest and the wonderful award that went with winning. The captain chose the winner, and he went for “sappy” vs “creative”…and he probably did not attend the rumpy pumpy lecture and therefore did not appreciate the literary reference. Life can be so cruel.

If anyone enters a comment for me to post these extra stanzas I will do so, but I need an excuse (for use with Kathleen) that “the public demanded it,” otherwise I need to restrain myself.