A Ditty for the Day with no particular rhyme or scansion for better or for worse
The wind blew strong,
The Ramble rippled,
The Pirates ate a mighty breakfast,
(all except the black pudding, that is)
While they laid their plans of derring- do.
The crew turned up,
A motley bunch,
Some dressed for the Arctic,
And others for Sahara
Some in canoes,
Many in Kayaks,
And one, statuesque as he Supped.
The tide took them
Amongst the gin palaces
And the beer bungalows,
Until they came to the wide lagoon,
Where river monsters
Woken by speed boats,
Grabbed the Sup-per
And pulled him down.
Whilst some tracked figures of eight,
Others cruised on, all
Under soaring birds of prey
Next fluffy ducklings
To a landing place for rest and revelry,
And eating of a cake
Which the cook declared as rubbish
But tasted fine to us.
And visits to another friendly Club
(Can you believe?),
With such a mighty shed
It would swallow ten of ours.
Then off again
A race against a falling tide,
Trees dipped down to the water
Which Pirates had to climb over to climb back in,
Who knows why Pirates do the things they do.
Egged on by those scallywags,
All bent a limbo dance under arching branches
The ooze monsters clutched at paddles
As the river ran away
And so to the pub
For Hazel to perfect her mud-wrestling.
Oh how we laughed.
Others scrambled up the slipway legs
Looming above us as the river raced away
Along with Kim
Who. while most relaxed,
Took on the wind, racing back with the tide
And so the end of another day,
Of laughter, humour and a gentle bumble
Along the River Hamble which for the purposes of this last line would be better as Humble