Moving slowly
on the A Three-O;
having some such
or other
place to go;
then we stop,
and cry, “Oh, no!
Why did we ever take
the A Three-O?”
(As there was a very recent earthquake of 0.9 magnitude recorded near there).
As I was walking to St. Ives,
I counted up my remaining lives;
(from the original nine,
six were left;
of three of them,
I was bereft?
then the ground shook,
the earth moved;
you could tell by my look
that I never approved;
I met a man
with his entourage;
he had a plan
and he spoke it large,
“We’re leaving town,
it might fall down;
I normally smile;
but, look at this frown!”
I turned, and joined
his motley crew;
“We are going to Redruth.”
were words he said,
“Woo-hoo!” I replied.
But, secretly, I cringed a little bit inside.
When the rains subside,
they beg to go outside,
and we catch the moment.
Swiftly we walk
along country lanes,
and inhale the freshness
that lays all about –
buried, as it is,
under fallen leaves and twigs.
In Cornwall, twixt the mist and drizzle,
which is something that’s called the Cornish Mizzle;
for, it’s when two like things do meld as one;
that they become a confladum.
In Transylvania, long ago,
there was a thing that joined, just so;
a twilight rising of the mist
known back then as the Transylvania Twist.
“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist? spoke Dracula.
Then, he hastened to add, “It is so sorely mist!”
Thus he spoke from his castle keep
when he deemed to arise from his daytime sleep.
For the best view in Looe,
there are a few things you have to do;
firstly, you see, you have to be
in Looe, in Cornwall’s fair county –
and not in one of those other, paler,
imposter Looes;
such as the one in Yorkshire
or the one in Kent;
where some people
have mistakenly spent
their days
wandering around
in confusion,
before, eventually,
coming to the conclusion,
that the Looe In Yorkshire,
or the Looe in Kent,
were not the Looes
where they should have went.
And, secondly,
and most importantly;
when you ‘have’ ascertained
that you ‘are’
in the correct Looe,
and not pining from afar,
you have to look around and see
the best view in Looe,
from wherever you may be.
I was drowning when I wrote this,
please excuse me if the words are blurred…
I was there at Bosworth Field
when I waved ‘goodbye’ to Richard the Third.
I was lonely as a cloud
approached me and it asked the way;
I didn’t know where I was,
so I sent him off to Carbis Bay.
