The Sun slips to sleep
on Ishigaki's retreat
under pastel sky

Without forming notions
I observe
Striking
Similarities in people
Coming from different walks of life
Different sensibilities
Similar inclinations
Different
Yet alike

On a street near Don Juan
In Boca Chica's bay
Nightly music and drums unwind
To a proclavity of dismay

Little seashells aplenty
For every pious gaze
Unripen beauty so varied
Habitual buyers unfaze

Rising tension of devout sinners
Smoke and coffee breach the air
A salted heart in a mink's coat
"Toma dos ahora" ; take a pair

In Boca Chica's bay, seashells aplenty
Little seashells: its sells, it sells

My home, your home
Come home, our home

Come home my sweet love
Come home tonight

Home
Come home

Home
Our home

Come home my sweet wife
Come home tonight

Loves
Life
Your
Right

You know I needed you here
And its right
You know I want you close
Holding you tight
All night

Come home
Love...

How a humble son of Scotland
Fought to enviable height
First a paratrooper captain
Then as a British knight

This witty chap from Glasgow
Loaned himself, a decorated past
From Distinguished Service Order
To NATO's advisory cast

As the press took him in notice
His wiki posts drew no pity
As with his tale of valour
He was defamed: "Sir Walter Mitty"