The Tale of Nessy the Totnes Monster – it’s a biggie!
They dredged the lake
with a thirty-foot rake;
and a fishing-net with holes.
They sent down divers
with handfuls of fivers;
and iridescent poles.
They looked all around;
but, nothing was found,
it seemed Nessy just wasn’t at home.
Then came a sound,
that trembled the ground;
Nessy had returned from her roam.
”Ness was busy. Ness was ‘always’ busy – it was busy Ness as usual.”
Ness returned from her travels,
where she’d visited family and friends;
and as usual upon nearing her lake, a moment she’d take – for checking and sorting loose-ends.
There was the town, with its people so tasty;
there was the castle; well defended?
Shall I attack it?
No, let’s not be hasty, it’s not a snack, it’s a place were they hide,
and they throw things and shoot things that stick in my side.
There seemed lots of activity down on the shore of the lake;
boats and divers (with hands full of fivers) and men who were cleaning their rakes. Bright poles were stuck upright in the holes obligingly created by moles – which poles served as a defence from attack from the sky.
And there, unguarded, and slightly regarded, at the back, was a small boy in sack cloth and ashes (or the like) who was easily caught by young Ness.
She flew to her lair with the young lad in care; so gently clutched in her talons; she wished she had another, did he have a brother? it would have helped her with keeping her balance.