The deep end of the ocean(part 2)

Neptune is in a rage,
he will not be calm today,
all his sea daughters are out visiting,
they tuck in tail and fin(or perhaps a sting ray or two);
adorn pearl and shell,
and visit these lands of the men gods.
Every friday night at the club drift,
out on that oceanic blue dance floor,
where the strobe lights rock back and forth,
like the ocean wave and tide,
or lightning flash across distant sea horizon;
I see one or two sea nymphs(or perhaps 3 or 4);
wide smile from Doris dolphin,
slow sensual dance of Jenny sea jelly,
and electrifying touch Esther eel,(or perhaps claw gripping Christine the crab).
I am certain they are oceanic,
for I never ever see them again! (perhaps until next friday)
Neptune is too often an irate dad,
and that's why the sea is tempestous every Friday night,
worse on early saturday morn;
if Christine crab stayed in my bed a few sand hours too long.
Don't say I didn't ever tell you;
only sail on sunday,
even sea god kings go to church!(or perhaps to Elysium)

D E Wasake24 May 2008