If I were on a desert isle,
and I knew I’d be there a while.
What would be the best of ways,
for me to pass the many days?
Mounds of chocolate I could eat?
Jet propulsion for my feet?
Perhaps a shapely movie star?
Sure would like a whiskey bar?
Things to pass the time or wear,
thinking I’m forever there.
In that fix I’d not be seen,
if I had a Time Machine.