Doll Normal - Day 8: My Anchor's Stuck Inside the Sand

My anchor's stuck inside the sand
I cannot get it out
I cannot sail to sell my goods
To feed my bosom band
My anchor's stuck inside the sand
I cannot get away
My plans to find a foreign land
Were frivolous and fey

The sun beats down onto my boat
The winds are keeping pace
The elements crowd 'round to gloat
They laugh right in my face
I bring the rum right to my lips
I suck its sweetness down
I jot down jokes, I craft cute quips
To tell when I am found

My anchor's stuck inside the sand
Where you had put your head
I leant to give a helping hand
You pulled me down instead

Written by:
Erica Martin

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