I'm in Trouble - AGAIN!

By Rondo, Poet, Balladeer

Hello Friends,
​This past few days has been such fun... playing with words, ditties and rhyming couplets and all that goes with them.  Know that I am far from done.... I have more up my sleeves (or would if I had sleeves). There is more to come though so stay tuned.

​The reaction to my first poetry blog was amazing and as I'd promised to respond in verse I followed through.  Such fun it was but then I got myself into trouble AGAIN.  Seems to be my forte.

​Three young beauties from the Many Claws in St Croix crew admired my poetry.  That was something I'd never expected or experienced before and it kind of went to my head as you'll see...and I fear that I'll be banned from the sandy shores of the Virgin Islands for many a while ...  'pologies Aunty M and gentle ladies..

​so here it is...

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Octavia, Grizabella,  Rosamund

Octavia with your bib so bright
You shine among us in the night
Down yonder strand your whiskers tickle
On sand I kiss you.  Oh what a pickle!

For there are others here to woo
Like Rosamund sitting there so blue
I must go cheer her this fine night
But more there are.  Oh what a plight.

Sweet Grizabella I would adore
Upon this sandy ‘lantic shore
But in this deep now have I got
To woo three maids in one fell shot.

I must to Frodo send my plea
To bring his ‘board and help me flee
Back to the shores of house and home
And for a while no more to roam.
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You laugh at 'sisters' Frodo, my boy
But don't they give you loads of joy
When admiring you they give a lick
Of fur dishevelled and not so slick?

I'd seek some such attention mellow
If only I weren't fickle fellow
I shall adore them from afar
For all of them I do admire.

Octavia, to her I gave a kiss
But Rosamund, oh what sweet bliss!
Now Grizabella, she is a charmer
A peck off whom I once did garner.

But then I got me into trouble
I burst balloons and each ones' bubble.


​So I just got a text from VI. 

Tears are falling in bucketsful and MP (MummyPerson, my Aunty M) and Frodo keep swapping buckets and racing back and forth to the pool to dump gallons of tears into it. I hope MP is looking forward to having a salt-water pool.

​I think in future I'd best behave... Well, at least until after dinner's been served.

Comments are welcomed.
​Keep them light and fun though.

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