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A tropical, island-scented breeze,. Caressed upon the mellow seas,. Alive with blue-green emerald waves,. Which crashed upon the bejewelled caves,. Upon the island thrived, exotic and lush,.
There is a truly nasty tale, Which I am committed to tell in grim detail, About an ugly Christmas event, Which may be slightly inclement, To this "jolly" Christmas season, But then why bother to...
A raw-knuckled rap on a rotten door,. A lifeless body on a shore,. Heads bouncing down the stairs,. A nasty demon's acid leers,. A savage blossom's unseen. bane,. Poison seeping through a brain,.
Fruit trees flourish in lush profusion,. Like a glorious illusion,. Bearing ripened juicy fruits,. The breeze in the boughs like the playing of flutes,. Under the vibrant canopies,.
This tale’s about Mister Rudolph, Like Comet, he could not play golf, Like Blitzen, he could not tango, But he had had a nose like a red-ripe mango, Shining, the light-emitting crimson globe, As...
Shrouded by the mango trees,. Across deserted Kingston Bay,. In truly haunting canopies,. A phantom of the day,. The cobwebs hung like a ghastly banner,. The obscuring untamed brush,.
The sea clapped, persistently lapped. At two smooth and lifeless feet. On the shore, she always lay. In an eternal sleep. Garlands hung around her head. Flowers adorning her deathbed.
We cruised upon a rolling wave,. On a voyage people seldom brave,. Under the eerie canopy,. Of many a scraggly mangrove tree,. They reached out with bony hands,.
Water crashed in the sun-kissed bay,. On the most radiant, florid day,. Made verdant by the Sea Grape trees,. The best in all the Seven Seas,. I stood below the battered deck,.