Fancy Fame

Yet another woman in my life.... a blonde, more difficult to handle.

 

Fancy Fame

 

Please tell me I’ve not reached that age of youthful thoughts returning.

The energy of wind and waves has always been my yearning.

But leaping.... bounding forward like a racehorse from the gate!

Grab hold of shroud and crossbar or she’ll leave you to your fate.

 

This racing spirit tempered with a cloud-like cream puff ride!

Her hulls are splitting waves, dividing waters as they glide.

This tiller tells me, ‘Have no fear; we’re cruising straight ahead’.

Then ‘To your grave I’ll send you, swine! If you don’t use your head’.

 

My goodness! To finesse this girl requires such an art!

For pulling halyards will unleash the beast that’s in her heart.

Torn fingers, bloody shin and muscles crying out in pain

Remind me to respect her or she’ll thrash me once again.

 

That flashy, feisty blonde demanded so much of her man.

She’s come to challenge me this time, to tame her if I can.

She’s beaten me. She’s fooled me and she’s surely earned her name.

You’ll see yourself. Come ride with me. Come sail with ‘Fancy Fame’!

 

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