POEM TITLE The Lobster Pot
POEM
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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