Under the Adriatic
In the darkness of the night
Rising from the deepest sea
Incubating vicious spite
Comes the spotted Reggie B.
Vile, his sniv'ling, vapid snout
Thrusts into the cool night air
And the frightened sailors shout:
"What's that ugly thing out there?"
Mere Leviathan would pale
and sperm whales would flee yonder
Fleeing Kraken would turn tail
Poor Reggie's left to ponder
"Am I such a loathsome sight? ...
Or is my breath the problem?"
"Don't I sound my aitches right
Or are they scared I'll gobbl'em?"
Rank confusion turns his mind
As he contemplates submerging
But stays floating on the brine
At one tiny lobster's urging:
'Oh, dear Reggie, do not drown!'
He squeaked, this small crustacean
Which made the other creatures frown
And squirm in agitation
Reggie knew he'd found a friend
to calm his desperation
A soul-mate, who'd help amend
his angst ridden frustration
But was this love... or pity?
Or a strange kind of duplicity?
Would the questions never cease?
And who the hell's Felicity?
Contributors: | (trad), fester, dkb, Apsley, Roland, ellie, Loaf, P, Anon., TG. |
Poem finished: | 29th May 2000. |