Call It An Adventure
An Ocean cruise, I can report
can seem a jaunt while still in port.
First they guided us to our deck.
Already it felt quite the trek.
The breezes blew the whole night through
the waves themselves just grew and grew...
I shuffled forward full of doubt...
I was so sick within, without...
Dear diary what can I say
Gravol's nearly mystical, eh?
By blind poet
© 2009 blind poet
(All rights reserved)
Breeze – Cruise – Deck – First – Guide -Jaunt - Mystic -Ocean –
Port –
Shuffle – Wave
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