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Robinson meets Vika
Dreaming of twelve eggs, but none of them mine,
Staring and hungry and thirsty for wine,
A boat off the island, I hoped I would find.
I hear the cannibals starting to pine
For a nice juicy Englishman's fingers and toes.
With freedom close as a macadam road
Unlikely found amongst backwoods told
To be home to a poisonous snake and a toad
That spits toxic venom from ten feet away.
Years of loneliness ended one day
When seeking a goat that often would stray
I discovered where one more castaway,
Was valiantly building a shelter to hide
From hazards and weather that could have tried
The fortitude of men, two times her size.
The teal cove below from where I espied
Her building her home of mud, sticks and reeds,
Had fish, fruit and nuts to satisfy needs
And a cool, shady spot under the trees.
I ate a few nuts while waiting to seize
Upon the right moment to open my heart
To a lady with whom I might discard
My inhibitions and openly part
With the clothes I wore and quickly dart
Into she warm, cerulean sea.
Reverie broken when she spoke to me.
"Why are you hiding in the Banyan tree?"
Coming forth smiling, I offered that we
Might between us have skills complentary
So a boat could be made so surreptiously
To evade the cannibals who thought us deliciously
Tender, although not maliciously.
She considered my plan as I moved down
To perchance entice her I offered a crown
I'd woven from flowers and leaves that I found.
Presented with friendship she baffled me now
Drawing a knife from inside her coat
She lunged at me frightened and slit my throat.
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I wrote this poem after reading Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe and City of Thieves by David Benoiff.