where the camel and the shark see eye to eye by Kristina Woodhill prohibition winter chapped land carmex flew south took a long cruise tour guide keeps scratching at the sand this is where it was I swear it was this wide I swear it was this deep Oasis and sister Allure tear up, blink high and dry little eyes peep out the port holes little umbrellas try to uncover a new drink everything is listing everything has lost its gangplank the deserted island guy over here is waving at the deserted island guy over there they exchange pineapples on sundays they dress for dinner 01/09/2012 Posted on 01/10/2012 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/10/12 at 10:57 AM Having been on cruises, I think i know the guy selling those exotic drinks with the tiny umbrellas well. Very well conceived and written, Kristina Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/10/12 at 04:30 PM Your "this is where..." poems are fascinating me! I want to pass them along to Naomi :) who'll also love them Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)