Jilted John Edit 1

[tectak]

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.

Rollicking and great fun...it's an awk'ard sea, though Tomh...the meter tosses her off course a bit, but easy to correct.
Best,
tectak