Farewell, My Lively Oystercatcher Nymphs
Heading off to sunny climes
She tells herself a thousand times
That Paris isn't France
But as the steamer dims the tide
She feels her carapace divide
In adamantine dance
And, as her gauzy wings unfurl,
More opalescent than the pearl
She flitters in the breeze
Beleaguered with an exile's joy
And, as the steamer rounds the buoy,
It quaffs the seven seas
As the water level drops
She starts a tale that never stops
Until the break of day
When all the locks are quarter-full
And subject to the Moon's dark pull
Or sunlight's falt'ring ray
She gathers in her woollen cloak
The raw ingredients of the joke
And moderates her tone
Then, with her faulty map at hand
She sets off Eastward down The Strand
In all respects alone
Envoi:
Her journey nears its end
Before it's half begun
And thus, we recommend,
Seek solace in the sun
| Contributors: | Beefy, P, Roland, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 8th August 2005 by Roland. |