"Never." She had said, her face taut with fear
And is still saying as she draws near
"I will never go on a fishing boat."
He rolled his eyes and the engine roars,
the boat drifting afloat.
she considered making a dart board
But that thought, she silently ignored.
This was the worst thing she had ever done
And clutching tight onto her dart gun
She wondered, "Should I shoot a sleeping pill
into the arm of Dan Cahill?"
He laughed, then, a nasty sound
She resisted the urge to jump up and down
Determined to prove
And desperate to lose
The respect of Dan Arthur Cahill
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She stands there, shaking like a leaf
And I look on with confused disbelief—
"Sheesh!
How can one so deadly be so scared?"
And as she so defiantly glared
With a laugh (and some snickers), I then declared,
"Natalie Cobra, hold onto your hair!"
And I uttered a silent prayer
To be alive by the end of the day
And that my body would still be
in old U.S.A.
"Natalie! Are you loving it?"
I asked with glee
Already knowing the answer.
"I am going to toss you right into the sea!"
A seething Natalie replied,
"I'll force feed you poison until you die!"
She shouted yet again.
Well, I won't have to finish 'Hamlet', then.
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"Why did I ever agree to this?"
She yelled in desperation.
It's ruining her hair,
And she is barely aware
Of the sunset that is before she.
If she were home
She would be sipping sweet tea
Instead, she's surrounded by foam
Ugh, disgusting black sea...
And this is the story—with her as the quarry
Of how a green-eyed man
Convinced her to go fishing with Dan.
