A Gift
for Goldilocks No 1
Paper Boat (Trilogy)
1
A sheet of folded paper
Was the very boat for me
My motto was plain sailing
As my yacht sank in the sea
Sharks began approaching
Keen to exercise their teeth
That might cut me into ribbons
For some bloody ocean wreath
Boats created out of paper
Are red squirrels and not grey
Since the latter are politicians
Where the mighty rule the day
With their promising solutions
That gives birth under a light
Yet something must be lacking
In the hearts of those attacking
The ones without good backing
And more vulnerable in a fight
As sharks survey the oceans
For fresh meat to eat tonight
Boats made out of paper
Are becoming rather rare
What better than a galleon
Like the Fighting Temeraire?
But change can happen quickly
And a boat become a wreck
For it only needs a banker
To appear upon the deck
To condemn a godly galleon
While thinking “what the heck
For I make most of my money
From a market that’s high-tech”.
2
A sheet of folded paper
Was the very boat for me
My motto was plain sailing
As my yacht sank in the sea
Sharks began approaching
With their lethal sets of teeth
That could cut me into ribbons
For some bloody ocean wreath
Paper boats are white rabbits
To be pulled out of a hat
Looking apprehensive
At the presidential cat
With his promising solutions
That gives birth under a light
Yet something must be lacking
In the hearts of those attacking
The ones without good backing
And more vulnerable in a fight
As sharks survey the oceans
For fresh meat to eat tonight
Boats made out of paper
Are becoming rather rare
What better than a galleon
Like the Fighting Temeraire?
But change can happen quickly
And a boat become a wreck
For it only needs a banker
To appear upon the deck
To condemn a godly galleon
While thinking “what the heck
For I make most of my money
From a market that’s high-tech”.
The End
© Frankie Spiritu
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