Sailing

A blip blop 
or bloop so 
goes the words
of my chagrin 
so close and 
yet so far 
said the horseshoe 
to the hand
grenade as both 
sat waiting together 
tossed so much 
for trying said 
the teen to 
himself when his 
invitation was denied 
if breeze were
wind then we’d
all be sailing