LOVE’S A WET RIDE
by Alice B. Clagett
Love’s a wet ride on a stormy day
And no matter what, it will have its way,
And it’s “Whoa, that chick is outta sight,”
And it’s “Rock me, momma, on your lap tonight.”
Love’s a rock in this world of woe,
And it’s “Kiss me under the mistletoe!”
Love’s the one, and love’s the many,
Love’s “Don’t knock here — I don’t got any!”
You might get lucky, but you might lose,
So why risk a run-in with Old Man Blues?
It’s not really such a riddle —
If love’s the tune, then we’re the fiddle.
Love’s the ocean and we’re the sand,
When the tide rolls in, this sand feels grand.
Love’s a wet ride on a stormy day,
And no matter what, it will have its way.
Image: Beach Towel and Sea Dahlias,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2001, CC BY-SA 4.0
Video: “Love’s a Wet Ride,” A Poem by Alice B. Clagett, at Alice Iamofthestars, 6 April 2016 … https://youtu.be/C4UL3jNzn5A ..
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