Jilted John Edit 1

[Keith]

Rough waves on a trawling trip,
lines hooked on my top lip;
tuna swam in her fishnets.
Blue notes on her clarinet,
sounds better when the wood is wet;
controlled by a two handed grip.

She lost it on a too tight fit,
the fracture in our legs still split;
I'm tattooed on her skin graft.
Rocks scrapped the landing craft,
flopped floating on a lifeless raft;
never to be tried again.

Quick dressed said Mister Benn,
she asked me to count to ten;
left my rubber on the tar mac.

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Rough waves on a trawling trip,
she was hooked on my top lip;
caught tuna in her fishnets.

Blue notes on her clarinet,
sounded better when it was wet;
reed flared by my woodwind.

Eyes like her peaks were twinned,
the metal in my leg was pinned;
tattooed on her skin graft.

Rocks slapped at the landing craft,
flopped floating on a lifeless raft;
tickled pink by my sea pen.

Quick dressed like Mister Benn,
she asked me to count to ten;
burnt rubber on the tar mac.