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My First Cruise Poem (revised)


Paul B

This is the first cruise poem I wrote back in 1998 on the old cruise 2 com board. I have revised it.


We are eating our way from the dock through the bay
Cruising out on the fabulous sea.
We're a giant afloat, a magnificent boat
As we top off our dining with brie.

We are living like kings, and we drink frozen things
As we lounge on the deck in the sun.
We put oil on our backs, then they offer us snacks.
We never had so much pure fun.

We will drink at the bars and dance under the stars
To the music of joy and romance.
Then we see the fine shows, and it's time now, lord knows
To give the late buffet a chance.

When we stop at the ports, then we all don our shorts
And watch all the natives at play.
Then we eat all the dishes made from tropical fishes,
And some of us wish we could stay.

We have lunched on the sea, had the afternoon tea
With cookies and ice cream as well.
Then, at dinner, partake of both lobster and steak.
Those last three desserts all are swell.

Then, at last, to home port, Oh the cruise was too short,
And how all the time just flew by.
And it just isn't right that our clothes feel too tight
And we just cannot understand why!

Paul B


Oh, Paul B, what a treat to see you back here in Cruise Addicts once more. I have missed you.

Your poetry is as good as ever and brings great joy to my heart. I love the lightheartedness of this one.

Don't go away again for so long----ya hear????

Paul B

Thanks, but I haven't really gone away. I read this board all the time ant also chat a couple of times a week. However, I usually only post when I have a new or revised poem . I guess you missed my last one, aso here it is.

Song Of The Sea

I long to be out on the sea once again
Caressed by the wind and the waves,
To stroll on the moving deck one more time
Tis the place that my wishing heart craves.

To stare at the millions of stars in the sky,
And to feel the faint touch of salt spray,
be it small ship or large ship, to stand at the bow
As the sun breaks from dawn into day.

The songs of the sailors still ring in my ears,
The echos of ships from the past,
And I realize that I must follow my dream,
To be out on the ocean at last.

And I feel for the people who sty on the shore
And who never have cruised on the deep,
For sailing the sea is enshrined in our souls
And gives us sweet dreams while we sleep.

Paul B