031510u Lunch With My Princess Poem by Manonton Dalan

tumbleweed racing a crab
rusty wind mill squeaking loud
waves continue slapping rocks
seashore is clear now, it's hot
besides few drunks by boardwalk
playing chess on crumbling board

from a distant a trawler dragging net
hoovering seagulls begging shrimp
perturb sailors trying to shoo 'em off
a bearded man showed with his truck
waiting for lonely sailors to come back
he has a package and box of borboun

frugally clothe ladies came as well
what are they up for eveybody could tell
lone restaurant is slowly taking shape
you could order soup with extra meat
door swing after me a wild wild west
i just came to have lunch with my princes