Hugging the Shore.
I went one day to sail in a yacht
With the very best girl I had,
And indeed I was thankful at my lot,
Which you'll see was not at all bad.
The sea ran high far away outside;
And as, in the sea's dread lore,
I was not well versed, I concluded to glide
Near by, so I hugged the shore.
Anon, as the twilight round us fell,
I spooned with the lively maid,
And what I did but the stars could tell,
And they will not, I'm afraid.
And anon again I asked her to show
How a maid could a man adore;
And she showed me how till I could but know,
And again I hugged the show-er.
—Wasp.