Gilligan's Eying

I am marooned on a Pacific island;
my name is Gilligan--don’t wear it out!
There are six others including the Skipper;
I am the first mate but don’t have much clout.

Out of Hawaii we sailed on the Minnow;
five passengers on a three hour tour.
Yet out of nowhere a bad storm developed;
though we are shipwrecked, there is an allure.

Two of the castaways are foxy females;
Ginger the movie star and Mary Ann.
Even though I’m the Skipper’s little buddy,
I want the women because I’m a man.

Here on the island it’s basic survival;
there’s no electric and no telephones.
However, currently I feel a calling,
and it’s the urge to jump both female’s bones.

When we first got here our hut was communal;
O the proximity of female form!
My boyish naiveté always misleading--
below decks rages a prurient storm!

Ginger, O Ginger I long for your sexy;
Mary Ann’s thighs stir my coconuts, too.
I am pent up with the milk of desire,
and both my coconuts are getting blue.

Maybe I should go and see the Professor;
maybe the Howell’s could give me good advice.
Maybe I could munch on Mary Ann’s muffin;
eating out Ginger would be very nice.

Due to frustration I crawl on the shoreline;
I shed my clothes--I am nude and it’s grand!
But because my mind is on those two women,
as I go I leave five tracks in the sand.


32 Lines (Rhythm: 11-10-11-10)
Writer’s Cramp
May 29, 2014