No cross words from your quiet wise lips
Just a calm, easy smile
An inventive streak.
Ships in bottles, ship on the wall
Your skills displayed proudly in the hall.
You gave me a rabbit’s foot said
Is it okay? Don’t want to upset you
It’s waxed and wired just today.
A copper bracelet fashioned from pipe
A bag of plums juicy and ripe.
Thick syrupy wine I’d sip to be polite
The taste would linger throughout the night
Heaven beware because on his way is the Bacchus of
Crosswords coming to play.