The snorkel was a deal breaker
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

I could handle the scuba tanks
we're forced to use as end tables.
I can take the dried starfish
nailed in an ascending line
from doorknob to crown molding.
I don't mind the netting
draped in the corner
and holding up our throw pillows.
I even like the Jimmy Buffett Margaritaville blender
that weighs down the South end of the kitchen counter.
But, snorkels and sex
do not mix.
Now get out of bed.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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