Bedtime is late, Cabernet with steak, boardwalk bustle declines after 8. Let's relax and escape, embrace the crash of the waves, the midnight moon contrasts with the sun rays of the day. Forever; I'd like to stay, me and you, the view and the bay.
I can't seem to think of what to write. I think and think, But nothing comes to mind. It's as if I load up a website, And in big red letters, Flashing and bright, It says, BLOCKED.