Shiver me timbers
And call me Aunt Hattie,
Prince George of Wales
Is coming to the Island.
He requests (that is – orders)
A look-around
On his way into port.
I know not why.
Maybe to adjust his sea legs.
Before he meets his Loyal subjects.
At any rate, I must
Tidy and fuss and putter,
And wear my fancy uniform,
And present
(This is my own idea)
The one other loyal subject
Of this whole domain,
Paw, my cat/kitten
Black as Davy Jones locker
With one white mitten.
I’d best spruce up his cage
Yes – I must.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2022 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL