That Cruise

Upon the broad and heaving chest

Of the Caribbean deep blue sea

Amidst the ever rising crests

A princess roamed in glee.

Upon his chest a princess fair

Called the “Majesty of the Sea”

With undiminished pride, lay bare

Her being for all to see.

Within her fair and pregnant being

Were many loved struck folks

Who relished the enthralling scene

As the sea’s broad chest she stroked.

And she was more than cabins fair

She had gyms and stores and halls

And within her glorious being there

Were much more frills to comfort all.

Within this princess fair abode

Was my Princess much more fair

And while the heaving crests we rode

There was quite a lot we shared.

Within that cabin quaint and rich

We romped without a care

Enjoying every minute of bliss

Within the princess fair.

During those seven days and nights

Out there upon the sea

Because of passions goodly might

We knew of endless glee.

Oh that fair princess of the sea

Gave us such grand support

To revel in such blissful spree

As she moved from port to port.

We long once more to bond with her

What passion dreams inspire

And though for now our wish defer

Time will fulfil this great desire.