When unsure how things would go,
afraid, I did not a chance stand,
for days on end my plan on hold sat,
moment of truth awaited to restart
Suddenly, a thunder-bolt streaked
and, too dazed to think, I freaked,
my fragile peace soon return will
hoping, a desire to live stood still.
Once clear-headed, it all came back;
close to possibility stood opportunity
Undettered, the mill-stone secured,
guards to whom loyalty a lot meant.
Treasure site map in a corner stank,
Uncle, delighted, Gin in gulps drank,
to the rickety foot bridge pointing,
me, wickety bamboo to avoid, asking.
Midway, cobweb sesame tune sang,
all systems go, pandora box lighted.
Battering ram needed just a bang,
family living on edge gold delighted.
I, Saint Tropez, like in a dream, saw,
mouth-watering croissants ravaged
and, got seen by my mother-in-law,
who, a word, not to say, managed!
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