anchor, bypass, creepy, disenchant


Sailing along the coastline through a creepy thick fog,
I felt disenchanted and lonely, as I called out to God.
I needed to be strong without my big skipper man,
Instead I feel weak and fragile, just wanting to find land.

We had a little quarrel, and I took off in a huff,
Leaving him to himself, “enuff is enuff!”
I drove to our boat and hoisted the sail,
“I’m a woman and am strong!” Over the waves I’d wail.

But as soon as I bypassed the adventure to loneliness,
I wished to be again a pampered protected princess.
I held on the rudder and began to contemplate,
Is this really what I want? Is this really my fate?

When out in the distance, a sputtering I heard,
Was it a plane, a boat, a splashing big bird?
It was my hubby, putt putting his way over to me,
I was never so glad and thankful, and oh so very happy.

He threw out a rope, and I pulled up the anchor.
He cried out, “Shall I save the damn woman or sink her!”
Laughing, he exclaimed as he towed me ashore
“You sure can be mean, but never a bore!”

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