Deep Sixed
She took the love of her sailor
and deep-sixed it over the side.
It was meant to be a cruise.
Now, it seems he was taken for a ride.
The sun was brightly shining.
The wind was five knots East.
Her heart was all a-flutter
but two days out, her love ceased.
Red sky on the horizon
early at the break of dawn.
He sensed a storm was coming
though he was ill-prepared for her scorn.
It all began with a tiff, over what to do in the hot tub.
Then, how much he spent on cigars.
Then, his rude dancing in the nightclub.
Then, a shouting match in the bar.
By the fourth day he was sleeping on the cot.
They went to meals at separate times.
At the pool, she saw him with a redhead, who was hot.
That night, she verbally listed all his crimes.
They weren’t speaking, by the time they disembarked.
They each ignored the other. Left a lot of things unsaid.
They raced to be first to where the car was parked.
He won, and sped away with the redhead.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How love can fade under new circumstances.
- Category: Love
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Comments6
the full five & three quarters always raises a smile .. if nothing else ..
this is another brilliant snippet from what is rapidly becoming one of my favourite portfolios sir Fences27 🙂
Thank you, Neville. Aye, mate. and smile she did, briefly.
Something's just aren't meant to be, I do hope he had better times with the redhead. 🌹
Thank you, Andy. Rest assured, he found the love of his life.
You and Andy keep mixing my name up 😂
Sorry, Teddy. Working too fast here, and I forget what I'm doing.
This one brightened my afternoon and that is all I can ask of a poem Loved it.
Thank you, SB. Like a light through the window.
"parting is such sweet sorrow"
Holidays are so brief - but I found myself very entertained from my deckchair (well clear of trouble).
Thank you, DD. Careful there, too close to the rail, and a Nor'easter could take you away.
Good words Phil, it can happen so 0ften.
Andy
Thank you, (I have to call you Teddy15 to even things out). Apparently, we both keep mixing her name with others.
"rude dancing in the nightclub" will buy you grief every time. Kind of skip this with the redhead. Good work.
Thank you, Dan. Yeah, he'll have to tone it down in the future.
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