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Peter built a paper boat Which he could float about the sea To hidden spots of lonely coast Where not a ghost or man would be He painted words along her bough That soon would plough and skip and trot Between the waves that rose and falled The boat was called 'Forget Me Not' He bid his wife a fond goodbye The tide was high when he embarked He drifted from his tiny cove While weather drove and seagulls larked He set his course horizon bound For solid ground of ****** shore As darkness came he made a bed To keep his head above the floor The voyage took him straight and true Across the blue, toward the sun But soon a tongue of lightening spat And thunder rattled like a gun The waves encircled hungrily And angrily about their prey The tempest heaved with no regret It blew Forget Me Not away He found himself all caked in sand And on a strand of desert beach Forget Me Not had run aground But safe and sound from tidal reach He folded down his paper yacht And found a spot to build a home But saved the sail and rudder strings To forge some wings and daily roam He glided high and long and wide Past mountainside and shore to shore And through the night he forged a blade And with it made a lumber saw He felled the trunk and snared the beast And cooked a feast to celebrate The rain it sought to disagree But quick was he to remonstrate The moonlight waxed and waned apart And on his heart a longing formed For home and his beloved bride For fireside and there be warmed And so he took the house he'd made From humid shade of seldom oak He set the island to his aft And cried and laughed the words he spoke They matched the words he'd lately hewn Beneath the moon in shady spot He carved into that seldom tree 'Remember me, forget me not'

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Feb 11, 2013

Feb 11, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC

ben-jones

Peter's Paper Boat

Peter built a paper boat Which he could float about the sea To hidden spots of lonely coast Where not a ghost or man would be He painted words along her bough That soon would plough and skip and trot Between the waves that rose and falled The boat was called 'Forget Me Not' He bid his wife a fond goodbye The tide was high when he embarked He drifted from his tiny cove While weather drove and seagulls larked He set his course horizon bound For solid ground of ****** shore As darkness came he made a bed To keep his head above the floor The voyage took him straight and true Across the blue, toward the sun But soon a tongue of lightening spat And thunder rattled like a gun The waves encircled hungrily And angrily about their prey The tempest heaved with no regret It blew Forget Me Not away He found himself all caked in sand And on a strand of desert beach Forget Me Not had run aground But safe and sound from tidal reach He folded down his paper yacht And found a spot to build a home But saved the sail and rudder strings To forge some wings and daily roam He glided high and long and wide Past mountainside and shore to shore And through the night he forged a blade And with it made a lumber saw He felled the trunk and snared the beast And cooked a feast to celebrate The rain it sought to disagree But quick was he to remonstrate The moonlight waxed and waned apart And on his heart a longing formed For home and his beloved bride For fireside and there be warmed And so he took the house he'd made From humid shade of seldom oak He set the island to his aft And cried and laughed the words he spoke They matched the words he'd lately hewn Beneath the moon in shady spot He carved into that seldom tree 'Remember me, forget me not'