August 2, 2016

Once upon a time
you traded nickel and dime
for an island on the sea
The man who palmed your pay
was reluctant to say
if it was within reach
You scratched your head
and then you plead
you'd do a better deed
Sir, if you could
well, then you should
come to paradise with me
He screamed voilà
without a pause
and praised his memory
Miss, it's way out there
with briny air
and citrus on the breeze
It made more sense
to send for him
once you'd found your feet
So off you went
your wiles spent
in fingers-crossed jubilee.

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