My momentary Gilligan’s Island Three Hour Soul Tour

I went a sailing and a cruising

Looking for something distracting and amusing

I landed on shore

But all was markets and bore

Hopped into a jeep

And my eyes made a sweep

I drove and drove

Till I saw a landing dove

Alas, a tikki boomtown

That seemed to be holding a hoedown

Fire and brim

There was an echoing grim hymn

My heartbeat filled my eardrum

Strumming my eyes numb

I was not dour, I just wanted to devour

For I had set sail for a three hour tour, a three hour tour

But I soon had to leave my sense of rest

In the tropic island nest

Don’t think I will be back

But at least I got off the beaten track

I welcome your thoughts

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