Pink Ship
I ran into the Pink Ship,
in a river called Cyber.
I asked her: “Can we sail together?”
She blinked, and smiled,
and sent some smileys.
And more smileys.
“Just trying them out,
wondering how they look on screen.”
The smileys: her face.
The typed words: her voice.
So mischievous, so seductive!
I stretched out my hand to touch her,
only to touch a glass screen.
Then I buzzed her:
“Can we sail together?”
The reply came in a moment:
“Pink Ship has signed out.”
in a river called Cyber.
I asked her: “Can we sail together?”
She blinked, and smiled,
and sent some smileys.
And more smileys.
“Just trying them out,
wondering how they look on screen.”
The smileys: her face.
The typed words: her voice.
So mischievous, so seductive!
I stretched out my hand to touch her,
only to touch a glass screen.
Then I buzzed her:
“Can we sail together?”
The reply came in a moment:
“Pink Ship has signed out.”
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