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Blackness Villanelle
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A special place, I hope you will see
That Romans walked here, was no mean feat
No backwater this. Blackness on Sea
Through the thick haar of its history
The ship that never sailed, Crichton’s seat
A special place, I hope you will see
Once the old port of Royal Lithgae
A bay full of oysters, ripe to eat
No backwater this. Blackness on Sea
Cromwell besieged in 1650
The castle lost, nowhere to retreat
A special place, I hope you can see
In time it rises from the debris
Imprisoning all those in defeat
No backwater this. Blackness on Sea
Where Outlander was shot, you can be
In a Lobster pot, you can all meet
A special place, I hope you now see
No backwater this. Blackness on Sea
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Ancient Twaddle
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Apologies firstly to those who like rhyme
This poem is nothing short of... a felony
For this is a tale, as mature as they come
Sit on yer bahookie (tae ithers yer bum)
I call to the sailors from upon each yacht
Come sit in the garden of yon Lobster Pot
The naturist Swimmers please come and sit down
If you must sit by the roses you might wear a frown
Yon cockles and muscles if ye forgive my vernaculars
Face water sae cauld, it’ll freeze your spectaculars
For naturist swimming we can solemnly agree
That cockles and winkles are best kept at sea
The Yacht club sails from this beautiful setting
And tho’ I’m tight-fisted I wouldn’t mind betting
That to depart from here, you can see the glory
Of years gone by in this Blackness story
Blackness, Blackness, Blackness-on-Sea
Is rather a nice place for you to be
That’s what the Romans might say to you
Yes, they were here whoever knew
From the early Roman tourists
To the Ship that never sailed
Covenanters and Cardinal Beaton
And so many others jailed
Cromwell paid a visit for a 1650 siege
The castle changed hands so often too
A position clearly full of much prestige
Desired by film-makers and used in WW2
A bay so full, of oysters aplenty
And the ancient port of Royal Lithgae
Legend has it too, though it’s probably written by Nessie
That Burns holed up here due to a healthy disdain of all things Bo’ness-y