Twenty-four months have done passed
Since I saw my dancer’s sweet ass;
And now I’ve returned
With a heart not-so burned
And more geared towards fun in excess.
Still I thought I’d write a similar plot
About love that more often than not
Was but a dream
For my fruitless scheme
But have decided it not worth its snot.
You see, I fell in love with a dancer
Twice, and can’t help but fancy her
Cute London voice,
Quirky by choice,
Short, sweet, with bubbly demeanor.
I wanted to get her attention
So I attended every attraction –
I danced and I sang
With such unique bang
That I quickly became a sensation.
I won trophies for my showmanship
And folks all over the ship
Took pictures with me
And said, honestly,
That I was the highlight of their trip.
My name became known ‘cross the deck
So I had to keep my ego in check
As I was called out
In games and to flout
On the radio for a quick morning sec.
I met Catherine more than one time,
Impressed her with my dance line –
Met all her cast,
Got friendly real fast,
Which convinced me of being in prime.
I fell in love with a dancer, it’s true,
Obsessed with her throughout the cruise,
But now, looking back,
It doesn’t mean smack
When compared with my stand-up debut.
Because, when taken into hindsight,
It mattered so little, my plight,
Since one lousy week
Is less than I seek
To form fantasy and form it right.
These dancers were simply a crush,
For love cannot handle the rush
Of playing a game
Where there is no aim
But the moment soon gone with a brush.
So ends my high at high seas
Like a pleasant but short-winded breeze –
When those waves come again
The point’s not to win
But to ride them just as you please.
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