Metal tubes – good or evil?
Tubes.
Metal Tubes.
They keep things safe.
Cigars, for example.
My cigar is in cellophane.
Yours is in a metal tube.
Game over.
You win.
So, you would think
A metal tube would be cool.
Not always.
I was in a metal tube yesterday.
Two of them, in fact.
Now, I feel like death,
Warmed over.
If you have a treasured cigar,
Don’t put wings on its metal tube.
You will have a cigar with a fever.
Waiting.
Please.
Let us board.
I want a cramped seat.
I want noisy neighbors.
I want the Hell out of here.
Please let us board.
Some oceans are better than others.
The Atlantic is vast,
The Pacific even more.
But The Sea of Humanity
At the Inmigration line
Is the vastest of all.
Breakfast at sea. Tasty and dangerous.
Coffee,
Bacon,
Bacon,
Coffee,
Coffee,
Bacon,
Toast,
Bacon,
Coffee.
Hmm. Rough seas today.
I feel queasy.
Maybe it’s just a cold
to the tune of Frer Jaques
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
I am on the poop deck,
Looking for the puke deck.
Feeling blue,
Feeling blue.
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
Forgot to washy-washy,
Now my tummy’s sloshy.
Feel like poo,
Feel like poo.
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
Medical is crowded,
I ate what the crowd did.
Cordon bleu,
Cordon bleu.
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
All of us are leaving,
Hope that this is fleeting.
No more spew.
No more spew.
Crossing the Straits of Gibraltar
The Straits of Gibraltar
Should be quite a sight.
Unless, of course,
You cross them at night.
The lights of Europe
Off your port side in the night,
Africa is to your starboard.
What most people call “right”.
I suppose seeing the lights
Of two continents is romantic,
But I think I would prefer more,
After crossing the Atlantic.
Wondering why Cruise Critic
Is not set all aflame
With furious passengers
Who love to complain.
I’m sleepy.
Every night,
Another hour lost.
This is why you
Can’t go home again.
Still, sleepy beats
Jet-lagged.
Coffee doesn’t fix
Jet-lagged.
There’s a ship off in the distance.
Sailing westward as she goes.
We’re still heading eastbound,
As the time begins to slow.
A lonely ship is all I see,
There must be others keeping pace.
Just two ships in the ocean
Doesn’t seem a likely case.
I know the Atlantic is vast,
But I’m just a bit amazed
How much time we seem to be alone,
While churning through the waves.
It was a Dark and Stormy night …
Quite literally.
We had Goslings Rum and ginger beer.
It was tasty.
Sailing back to Europe,
Losing an hour almost every day.
This is what causes the ugky American.
We’re sleep deprived.
Still, I’d rather take two weeks
And be a bit sleep deprived,
Than take ten hours or so,
And be jet-lagged.
On a ship,
You have a cabin.
On a plane,
You have a seat.
Cabins share walls.
These are sometimes thin.
However, seats share armrests,
And these are much thinner.
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