A fishing boat
Came into my
Lighthouse dock,
And rang its wheelhouse bell.
So, down I went.
The skipper had some
Unexpected provisions for me.
Crabs – it’s the season.
Lobster (he apologized for
The junk fish, but he knows I
Quite like it, whereas others
Class them as fare only
For the poor).
And Dulse!
A burlap sack
Of Dulse.
Now that is a treat.
Salty, .dried and crisp
Seaweed.
I have it with sharp cheddar.
I don’t know why folk complain
About lobster
.Boil them up, but not too long.
Crack them open with a hammer
.Have a loaf of bread.
Melt a large bowl of butter.
Dunk
A hunk of bread
With one hand,
And a chunk of lobster
With the other.
Pause occasionally with
Dulse and cheese.
Suck your fingers.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}DE BA. UEL
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