The Bo'suns Tale

I wandered lonely as a partridge

That swims across the seven seas

And all I need is a strong cheese

And a marmoset to grill it with.

In days of yore I loitered there

And wrestled with the farthingay

'Twas indeed a vicious bird

and wore strange curlers in its plumes.

"Abandon ship!" The Captain cries

and pulls upon his woolly beard.

But no, alas for poor old Sam

He's carried away by the clamouring cloud

Of whistling sheep that roam the land

In search of prey not fleet of foot.

And poor old Sam was one of they

And was swallowed up by the Magic Ram.

Our mission now to save poor Sam

In whatever wise we can

I'll sharpen up my Cammembert

And fashion arrows from Marzipan.

I've sailed near and far my dears,

I've fought the fearsome beasts of old.

The behemoth, the farthingay

And the naughty mocking kobold.

And so you find me on this ship

As ready as I ever am.

I've returned to free poor Sam

From Stan, the Magic Ram.

©The Poetic Priestess 2001-2002