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Diana was a dreamer. She wished to sail away On a sailboat made of reverie To let her mind wander. "Why, sail away?" you ask, "It's such a bad cliché! Writer, writer, Be more original", you say. But no, I can't, see: This Diana wished to sail And if you disbelieve that She's surely destined to fail. Diana wished to sail far, For she knew she couldn't fly (And talk of cliché!) But she knew to sail a boat. Why sail, why, it's easy: If you knew no other escape Wouldn't you take that route? If you could fly, you'd fly. So she could sail And that, she did. You'll notice, here, I haven't told you why Or where she chose to sail. Well, I don't know! Are you surprised? Gosh, I didn't ask her where! She just up and left, But I know she's happy there. The sailboat in question Is a sight for sore lies: Sails of soft green And gold like her eyes. It smells of the sea And all that is sweet And under those sails Is such a lovely retreat. This boat, while lovely Requires much care: No assembly required, But imagination and flair Are what makes this boat run For, it's imaginary, of course And only Diana can see this sailboat; In her mind, forever, it'll be.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
The Curious Case of Diana's Sailboat
Diana was a dreamer. She wished to sail away On a sailboat made of reverie To let her mind wander. "Why, sail away?" you ask, "It's such a bad cliché! Writer, writer, Be more original", you say. But no, I can't, see: This Diana wished to sail And if you disbelieve that She's surely destined to fail. Diana wished to sail far, For she knew she couldn't fly (And talk of cliché!) But she knew to sail a boat. Why sail, why, it's easy: If you knew no other escape Wouldn't you take that route? If you could fly, you'd fly. So she could sail And that, she did. You'll notice, here, I haven't told you why Or where she chose to sail. Well, I don't know! Are you surprised? Gosh, I didn't ask her where! She just up and left, But I know she's happy there. The sailboat in question Is a sight for sore lies: Sails of soft green And gold like her eyes. It smells of the sea And all that is sweet And under those sails Is such a lovely retreat. This boat, while lovely Requires much care: No assembly required, But imagination and flair Are what makes this boat run For, it's imaginary, of course And only Diana can see this sailboat; In her mind, forever, it'll be.
This was written quite some time ago, I'm intrigued by how much my writing style has changed.
#dream#dreamer#writer#escape#away#leave#eyes#sea#sweet#forever
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
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