Beginning

The beauty of her boundaries,

Were how easy they’d be found,

She very clearly stated,

how not to let her down,

So if you crossed the first one,

She’d state to you again,

Please don’t go there my darling,

I wish a lie was just another funny truth,

But it’s not,

The chains that tied it to the floor,

Left nothing but cankered knots,

And when the sailors hauled her up the side of the dock,

Today I booked a flight to Germany,

A place I’ve never known,

Neither did my father,

Nor my mothers ever gone,

It’s funny how the geographic gene,

Or dna,

However did the ones before you,