I won an ocean cruiser playing poker,

out-bluffed a Texas oilman with a two,

the next day I received it from the broker,

a fifty-five foot ketch (all-female crew).

We sailed into the sun to find Nirvana,

an island village bade us stay a while,

we lived on rainbow fish and raw banana,

and every night the girls would make me smile.

A cyclone hit us in the Indian Ocean,

the crew and I decided to get drunk,

I gave them all a pay rise and promotion,

we rode it out all curled up in my bunk.

In Bali I incurred the Chieftain's rancor,

he sent the war canoes to where we lay,

we waved a quick goodbye and hauled the anchor,

his Polynesian daughter stowed away.

Her skill at giving massage was uncanny,

my aching back she'd knead and stimulate

she made an oil from native frangipani,

I quickly moved her up to second mate.

We crossed the date line, bound for San Francisco,

I sailed right in and showed them Alcatraz,

the girls preferred the bright lights of a disco

to learning history and all that jazz.

We sailed to Greece to view the latest Royals,

the Prince displayed his lovely bride-to-be,

she came aboard, alone, with olive oils,

by dark of night we headed out to sea.

The island we discovered we called "Heaven,"

we cut the boat adrift, its job was done,

the girls and I a party of eleven,

we shunned our clothes and bowed before the Sun.

I'm not an Einstein or Aristotle,

my theory is I'm double-luck star-crossed,

and, should you get this message in a bottle,

don't bother searching - we're not really lost!

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