Ship Building in Paradise

Ship building in paradise,
What a fine job that would be,
Basking in the warm sun,
Cutting timber into logs,
Sanding them to a smooth finish,
Poring over fantastic blueprints,
Smudging them with freshly brewed coffee,
Hammering in thousands of nails,
Gently sucking bruised thumbs,
And before you can say "Ahoy, mates!",
You stand before your new home,
Pride filling your belly,
Along with fresh lobster rolls,
And with long awaited anticipation,
You board the unique vessel,
Feeling the cool breeze on your cheeks,
Your wonderful mate by your side,
And sail away into a beautiful sunset,
Finding another paradise all your own.