Know Lance, a man I chanced upon the net...
We penpals---ain't no more--to my regret.
Or was it that we met while in New York?
We skip to drinkin' cyber wine uncorked.
Won't further dislocate this odd acquaintance
In case this story's losing you your patience.
So Lance is lately looking for a place
To celebrate his weddin' date with Grace.
He's thinkin' of some Carribbean Islands,
Just not the office--hmm-no ties in Thailand.
He says that Monserrat has safe volcanos.
Way Grace and Lance vacate, I bet it blows.
The Yucatan, another possibility
Those sandy beaches slapped by tides of sea.
Another rainy day exotic joint.
But then again, the weather ain't the point.
It ever burns and bends to the agenda,
The buzz of dusty mopeds with their fenders
Be cruising watchin' ships from hilltop views.
A towel round her waist-- a private pool.
That tie around his neck, is barely loosened on a Sunday.
He takes it home to do, he will not leave it til the Monday.
A family man and then a sailor too.
It's docked upon a sea of midnight blues.
In the office all the day, a life of fixin' boxes.
Ain't got time to play. Stress ain't reduced--a lack of foxes.
Pulled in one too many odd directions.
Have you got time to finish these connections?
He can karate chop police
Within the law and out of reach
As in his class of ten the local force attend.
Choose a partner he can spar with til the end.
And then---what he's doin' nightly
Ain't no business of mine rightly,
But some parts of it, so finely has he penned,
That I take the time to read it once it's sent.
This an under-cover story
That I thought up for the glory.
I'll disclaim this information til the end.
Be dishonor if I broke this confidence.
And besides, if there's a cyber disagree--
I think, by chance, he's got some things on me.
We penpals---ain't no more--to my regret.
Or was it that we met while in New York?
We skip to drinkin' cyber wine uncorked.
Won't further dislocate this odd acquaintance
In case this story's losing you your patience.
So Lance is lately looking for a place
To celebrate his weddin' date with Grace.
He's thinkin' of some Carribbean Islands,
Just not the office--hmm-no ties in Thailand.
He says that Monserrat has safe volcanos.
Way Grace and Lance vacate, I bet it blows.
The Yucatan, another possibility
Those sandy beaches slapped by tides of sea.
Another rainy day exotic joint.
But then again, the weather ain't the point.
It ever burns and bends to the agenda,
The buzz of dusty mopeds with their fenders
Be cruising watchin' ships from hilltop views.
A towel round her waist-- a private pool.
That tie around his neck, is barely loosened on a Sunday.
He takes it home to do, he will not leave it til the Monday.
A family man and then a sailor too.
It's docked upon a sea of midnight blues.
In the office all the day, a life of fixin' boxes.
Ain't got time to play. Stress ain't reduced--a lack of foxes.
Pulled in one too many odd directions.
Have you got time to finish these connections?
He can karate chop police
Within the law and out of reach
As in his class of ten the local force attend.
Choose a partner he can spar with til the end.
And then---what he's doin' nightly
Ain't no business of mine rightly,
But some parts of it, so finely has he penned,
That I take the time to read it once it's sent.
This an under-cover story
That I thought up for the glory.
I'll disclaim this information til the end.
Be dishonor if I broke this confidence.
And besides, if there's a cyber disagree--
I think, by chance, he's got some things on me.
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