I am attired

In my navel uniform,

Which I am sometimes

Expected to wear,

In service

To my Monarch.

I represent the might

Of Majesty,

As sole subject,

Yet overlord,

Of the Lighthouse

On Partridge Island

I am to stand at


And even salute,

As a Man of War,

All three masts

And 124 cannon,

Sails past from harbour

On its way to sea.

The Captain

Will stand

On the bow

To salute me.

I am going to give

Each owner,

Of every telescope

Trained on me,

A treat,


A tale to tell.

I am going to be holding


My cat/kitten,

Black as night

With one white mitten,

In his cage,

To let him

Inspect this departing,

Fighting ship.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}