Why and How Did I End Up on This Vessel?



Why and How Did I End Up on This Vessel?

On this morning, upon waking on the cargo ship, I found in my purse something written. Ah, This is sure to clear things up a bit
When I'm later level-headed,
For now, I'll write what didn't happen, and later find the rest!

1st October, 1930 - I'm an old woman, a very old woman.

I have no children. I am not a wife. I have never been married.
I have had a husband, but he's dead.
He died the day after we were wed 8 years ago!
I'm not an actress, but I'm a theatre manager.
I live in a flat on the top floor of an old building.

My name is not Lucy, and it's not Lulu. My name is Lucile, and I have a dog named Lulu.

If you need me to sign this confession, then please bring me my pen and paper first!



Second iteration:


Why and How Did I End Up on This Vessel?

On this morning, upon waking on the cargo ship, I found in my pocket a very neatly written poem
This is sure to clear things up; we'll do this in reverse
I'll say what didn't happen, and you'll then write the verse!
I didn't wake up in a Greenwich Village townhouse,
nor did I spend the night in the company of an aging screenwriter
I didn't have my wallet stolen, nor did I lose my way on a dark street
I haven't been exposed to any substance that would make me behave oddly
I don't even know if this is legal! Mayday, mayday!