I almost dropped Paw, my cat/kitten,
Black as blood pudding
With one white mitten,
When Sister Darling, of
The Rarefied Church of the World (Reformed),
Stepped onto the dock
Of the Partridge Island Lighthouse.
She wore an emerald green gown
On this Saint Patrick’s Day,
Which fit her form
In a very alluring fashion.
She was bringing
A feast for myself, and Paw.
A hamper filled with (I sniffed it out)
Colcannon
Shepherd’s Pie
Corned Beef
Black-and-Tan Pork
Lime Poke Cake
And the clink of bottles
promising many Half and Halfs
which she knows how to pour
to perfection.
We exchanged hamper and cat.
Paw went directly to burrow
Into her long hair,
Which I, myself, will do
When the time for slumber
Arrives.
Then we began our walk
Up to The Lighthouse Keeper’s House,
Which I have festooned with
As many green doodads as
I could find.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2024 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL
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