Limerick

I have crushed on a sailor named Zeke
His ‘Salty’ some havoc did wreak
On pink oh-so-tender
Defenses useless he rendered
With nary a peek or a tweak

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku

On a tranquil sea
A salt and pepper Sailor
Quells this raging squall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cinquain

Let’s sail
said the sailor
my vessel’s safely moored
in the haven of (y)our harbour
moon’n stars

Yours, fairly unfettered: Myla

February 12, 2017

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