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The Coconut Boat Song
On a crafty raft of coconuts
I ride the stormy seas
Waves crash around us
Like a swarm of killer bees
Or wasps. With their icy
Oceanic stings they whip
Burning my naked flesh
Occasionally we take a dip
My little craft and me
And up above again gasp
As to the rotten strings
What hardly hold I clasp
From the coast of Tahiti
To the mountains of Africa
The islands of Ireland
And the shores of America
We bounce and bob and bash
In a boat not quite a boat
Amid the swirls and spray
My vessel seems barely afloat
Beneath the skies of lightning
And the clouds and thunder
As rain and hail smash us
We'll soon be going under
Down to where Atlantis lay
And shipwrecks of the past
Spanish silver, gold bullion
Mayhap my ship will last
Until we arrive at a land
Never visited before today
A land of grass and forest
One with welcoming bay
Live there eating coconuts
And colourful native fruit
Some yams for some jams
Forever - sounds a total hoot!
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Everybody get on the coconut boat!
J
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Goddess Creativity sends all the blessings upon you, only upon you... we, grey citizens of the poetic society have to content ourselves with mere crumbs! Since the time you were riding the waves of the ocean saddled in a fridge, your voyages get modernized and your enthusiasm knows no limits!
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I adore your boundless sense of imagination.
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Despite a couple of teeny lapses in meter in some of the lines, I like this one much better than the one with the green eyebrows.
You had me at "crafty raft."
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Thanks for the ride, I'm still looking for my coconut though. Good c"raft".
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could be used for singing...or on a rhyme contest.
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