A Las Vegas whale
Without a tail
Rolled and trundled about
Moist bulging eyes
Hoping to spy
A wench to pirate
There by the bar
Tall and willowy
Deep dark eyes
His bloated bulk
A treasure laden galleon
Set course toward her
The deep dark eyes
Fixed on the whale
And glittered
He flirted and flattered
She towered above him
Smiling, determined his fate
The Las Vegas whale
Without a tail
Never saw the harpoon.
A lovely comentary on high seas of nightlife... it made me smile!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maria i.like your way of poetry