Farewell To the Skatz
The Skatz had used up their precious time
‘ through wasted study of mathematics, philosophy ‘and classical rhyme.
Those elusive green Peelers were the new seed riders now ‘
Probably a political fix but no one quite knew how .
The Collaborative seahorses that once walked that great northern shore ‘
lent the small Skatz money then told them no more .
They’d had their credit fairly or not
‘What ever was left they’d had their lot .
Farewell too the Skatz it’s time to Leave
‘a chorus of voice’s a collective of me’s ,
Off you go and don’t look sad
‘you Skatz are out ‘you’ve turned us all mad .
The farewell drummer beat dutifully in time ,
the long walk had started ‘
they’d formed a line .
Beware my friends the retired magician pleaded with tear’s
‘he’d known these Skatz personally for eighty or was it a hundred years .
Then As a group they decided to wave
‘ to comfort the old magician who’d protested and raved .
The Skatz we’re now leaving
‘and there was really nothing more sad ‘
But it had been a long day
‘and in a way they were glad
Copyright © Simon King | Year Posted 2020
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