On a dock she ponders many thoughts,
while the boat behind her begins to rot.
She daydreams of a story to tell
as her head rests against the rail,
imagination never fails…
Cardigan sweater regulates her temperature,
they guy needed an emotional regulator,
so he left her there and said, “See-you-later”
Plot twist - this picture doesn’t tell the gist…
She’s thinking, “What did I miss?
I anchored him to the bottom of the dock with a rock,
I need to arrange a story, and when I get home, fold my fleece,
First a cup of tea, afterwards, I’ll construct a story for the police.