Ilkley Moor
Well hi there this soft voice said
As i walked in through my door.
It only took me seconds to see
It came from a puddle on the floor.
It rippled and it writhed
Seemed to sort of expand
And there before my eyes
Was an arm with a hand
Which very gently,
Before I could quake,
Grasped one of mine
In a very hearty shake.
Extend felicitations
It murmured to its self,
Ask about the weather,
Introduce yourself.
My name is, and a long string
of gulps and belches followed
In sonorous rolling tones
That seemed somewhat dank
And somewhat sorrowed,
I was on my way to ilkley moor,
I’m not sure if you need to know,
But that’s a special spatial node
Where us travellers sometimes go
To enjoy that bracing air
And the healthy weather,
and if no one is about,
A long roll in the heather,
But I was taken dizzy,
Just needed a short rest,
But it’s time to go now
So, I’ll wish you all the best.
It writhed and flowed across my floor
And quickly oozed under my door
And it was gone, no trace of where it had been
Leaving me unsure of what i’d really seen.
I shrugged my shoulders shook my head
And carried on towards my bed
Making a note or two to be sure
To check on those folk up on ilkley moor .
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