TEN LONG YEARS
by John T. Baker


A fellow stranded on an isle
For ten long years or more
Looked out to sea one lonely day        
While sitting by the shore,

Beheld a raft come drifting in,
Aboard a damsel fair,
Deep blue her eyes, her lips full red,
The purest gold her hair.

Her wet suit glistening from foam,
She stepped off daintily
And smilingly approached the man,
A vision grand to see.

“How long since you have had a smoke?”
Her voice was like a bell;
He pondered and then shook his head,
“So long I can not tell.”

She pulled the zipper down her side,
Brought out a fat cigar
And sweetly handed it to him,
“Well, honey, here you are!”

“How long since you have had a drink?”
He gave a rueful grin;
She pulled the zipper down her back,
Hauled forth a quart of gin.

Seductively she asked, “How long
Since you have played around?”
He softly sighed and licked his lips,
His heart began to pound.

She pulled the zipper down her front,
He could but stand and stare,
Then brightened up, “You mean you’ve got
A set of clubs in there?”