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Poem No. 144

POEM TITLE The Lobster Pot


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The Lobster Pot


I saw three bridges and I crossed the Forth

On the back of a wandering whale

My clinker built craft

Had been split fore and aft

By a slap of its slippery tail.


I feared for my life, for the coast of Fife

Was further than I could reach;

I was starting to weep

When up from the deep

That mischievous whale did breach.


Lifting me high, he winked with his eye

And flicking his tail headed south;

I clung to his back

And my grip was not slack,

For I feared to slip into his mouth.


A goggling guillemot glided above

And gave an incredulous shriek;

He gazed in surprise

Not believing his eyes

And his lunch fell out of his beak.


A glistening mermaid swam alongside

And cheekily blew me a kiss;

She shouted ‘Ahoy

You strange sailor boy –

I’ll buy you a drink at Blackness!


At the old Lobster Pot they’ve got such a lot

Of nicknacks and curious gear;

They serve tea and scones

And mussels and prawns

And rum and whisky and beer.


All round the walls and hanging from beams

Are seashells, buoys and floats,

Capstans and wheels,

Anchors and creels

And paintings and models of boats.


There’s even a couple of mermaids there

Which makes me to feel at home;

It’s the best place to be

When you can’t be at sea

Scudding along on the foam.’


So side by side we sat by the tide

That glittering mermaid and me;

We chatted and laughed

As a few rums we quaffed,

On that shore by the shimmering sea.


At length when the sun sank low in the west

And the day was no longer hot,

The mermaid and I

Said out goodbyes

At Blackness by the old Lobster Pot.


I will always remember the hours that I spent

With that lass from the watery main;

She had me beguiled

With her laugh and her smile,

Maybe one day I’ll meet her again.

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