Saturday, April 26, 2014

An Outbreak Of Sea Fever

I'm must go down to the bins again, to the lonely bins by the shed,
Where a genius friend nails sky-tall tasks, a foil hat on his head,
While an engineer with square and tape, his briar pipe inching smoke,
Sees badgers jape in tights and cape, hiding things they've broke.

I must call in on Abbey soon, and bring her back for tea,
With sausage rolls and über-eclairs, plus a slice of 'za for me,
While a big black bear, his pinkie raised, and an elephant in a coat,
Scold a scoundrel lion in stolen tie, as he shares an anecdote.

I must be lucky in this life, to be right here right now,
Surrounded by the best of folk, and never knowing how,
For all I ask is a comfy seat, and the company of good friends,
And all the pizza I can eat, until this fine day ends.



Indigo

This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014
With apologies to John Masefield (1878 – 1967)

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    1. Ken, old son, you're too kind. Pleasure to see you here. Indigo

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  2. Hari OM
    Couldn't agree more. Well.. may be not the pizza. But yeah. Sounds good. YAM xx

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    1. Namaste Yam! Thanks, it was fun. But seriously, no pizza? Hmmm. How do you feel about coffee? And cake? Indigo x

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    2. ...&*> Cake, did someone mention cake??? Earl Grey tea mate. Coffee has disastrous effects we won't mention here. Cake and tea it is! Yxx

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    3. That sounds civilised, sign me and the badgers up =)

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  3. Oh to sit with you and your colourful friends and share a piece of pizza (as long as the cheese is dairy free lol).

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    1. Hey Delores! You'd be very welcome! But dairy free? Is there such a thing? Vegan? Lactose intolerant? Hey, are you ganging up on me with Yamini?! Indigo x

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  4. Sounds like the sort of tea party I would enjoy. I will bring the cucumber and pickle sandwiches and wear a proper smart dress.
    Sx

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    1. Ms. Scarlet, I'm so sorry! Pickles have to be declared and deposited before you can cross the border and enter the house. Contraband. Even with a smart dress and undeniably pretty knees. You knew we were a sovereign/fascist state, right? Roth x

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  5. No apologies necessary. You did good by Masefield. When I was a kid we had our own version of "Sea Fever": I must go down to the sea again, to the Coney Island sand, and all I ask is a traffic jam backed up to Disneyland. I like yours better!

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    1. Hey Geo! Hah! Coney Island? I had no idea you were a Brooklyn boy! And thank you. I think Mr. M will be turning in his gravy, but perhaps I'm just hungry. Indigo

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  6. Dee-lightful, my friend. So clever and charming -- just like its author. :)

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    1. Hey Jayne! Oh hush, you'll make me blush. But I'll take one for the team, as it's from you =) Indigo x

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  7. I think you did Mr M proud. Pass the eclairs, if you please :)

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    1. Hey Jenny! Bless you, it looks like he may not sue. It's the last über-eclair... are you SURE you want it? I'm just asking. Indigo x

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    1. Hey Roxie! So... you approve? =D Indigo x

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  9. Indigo, you're a poet? I didn't know it! Very nice my friend and wonderful pic. We're a little behind you in the colonies as far as the weather goes and the arrival of spring.

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    1. Hey Dufus! I am it, dammit! And yes, I hear your weather woes continue. Almost makes me think twice about retiring there... Indigo

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