MY RHYME...
This is only this beginning of the story:
In the harbor where they lay,
Three men thought it to be, the perfect day.
The sun was shining, the birds were out,
It gave them reason not to doubt,
That there wasn’t any, huge commotion,
Going on, out in the middle, of the ocean.
They thought it was a good idea,
To find a boat to commandeer,
And sail it to their lady friends,
Who lived far away from these mens ends.
The girls home is painted red and white,
Where often shines a crimson bright light.
Its hard to miss, even in fog,
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