A vessel tall and proud.
From across the world
With sails unfurled
She met the cheering crowd.
My Love had traveled on that ship
With other precious cargo.
A fateful freight
To abrogate
A long and cruel embargo.
Though liquor My Love had rarely touched,
A lady prim and prude,
We sought libation
In celebration
Of this end to solitude.
From the frigate to the shore
Clippers brought both rum and rye
To ingratiate
And satiate
Land and lips so dry.
The rum had put My Love at ease
To reveal her penetralia.
Though she would mind
When I, in kind,
Exposed my genitalia.
Below, the streets were filled with mirth.
The throngs were warbling tunes.
Lascivious
And oblivious
To hordes of marauding dragoons.
Though danger was approaching,
The gentry were now feral.
They hollered and clapped
And proceeded to tap
Each and every barrel.
While spirits on the battlefield
Can make a valiant soldier,
Before the dawn
The rum was gone,
And we were all hungover.
The sentinels were in a stupor
Among whom I was one.
We signaled in vain
And all would be slain
Before the day was done.
So heed you well this warning
From my post beyond the grave:
Beware what you do
That you may eschew
All that which doth deprave.
For our bounty did come early,
Bringing joy and then remorse.
What caused delight
Became our blight
An aquatic Trojan horse.
