If only I could Make Leslie my bride She puts wind in my sails And waves by my side While many a man May steer clear of her path For her's is no worse Than any other woman's wrath ...sorry, that's what happens to me while staring at the wave cam from my office, on it like stink on s**t tomorrow!
Yeah yeah that's a nice poem, I never claimed to be a poet and I wasn't trying to outdo Lord Byron...it's called breaking balls while sitting at work waiting for tomorrow to come. I'm sure I could find hundreds of nice nautical poems and post 'em here but in all reality I'm not a fan of prose of any kind so don't get your panties all in a bunch.
