What Gilligan really wants on that island. |
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 |