Treasure Island

Charles Hancock


A Few of the Finer Things


A few of the finer things I enjoy
With my very own Helen of Troy
Who I love my heart and soul

Watching the clouds roll in
Feeling the raindrops begin
Hearing the thunder roll

Eating burgers at a greasy spoon
Holding hands under a midnight moon
Taking our after-supper stroll

Mowing with the red Snapper
Listening to the bug zapper
Planting flowers on the knoll

Saturday night pillow talks
Sunday afternoon walks
Dancing to classic rock-n-roll

Hugs out-of-the-blue
Spending time with you
Dammit kiss me; before I lose control

Submitted: Saturday, December 29, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 02, 2013

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