The Mediterranean seemed puffed up;
Raising the tempest,
And waves hitting the xebec,
Across it’s walls.
Little Charlotte recoiled beneath the sheets;
At corner of the cubbyhole,
Resisting the upheaval,
To not upset her merry soul.
Dearest old uncle captain;
Came to her rescue,
Pulling Charlotte out of the dark
Holding opera on the deck
And doing a burlesque.
There she was;
The merriest and the prettiest,
Chortled and danced around,
Far went the gale, indeed far away.
Having rounded of their touring;
Back in the blue lagoon,
The xebec lay by the mooring,
And Charlotte sat by the bay,
Waiting for a peek of the moon.
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Lovely take on the letter X.
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Thank you Carol :). Glad you liked it :)
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