Don'T Forget The Olives - Poem by Patti Masterman
Would you be a martyr to serendipitous days,
And leonine winters with marshmallow bays.
Give up your personal dinghy still smiling
While all around you the monkeys are styling,
And brightly-hued parrots are walking the plank,
While one-eyed drunk pirates berate and pull rank
They're having h'ors d'oeuvres on a coral-colored yacht,
And orange-striped longjohns are the thing that's most sought
After getting caught in the rain, with galoshes bright green
A sure sign of winning the lottery, I'll ween.
But I must be getting back now; the sky is quite full
Of the puffy white clouds I've been hired on, to cull
I'll shrink them and wrap them and float them to Cuba;
Where they're stuffed, before shipping, down into a tuba-
The music's the thing, I think we all agree well
And there's so much of that it's best put out to sail.
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