The famous tea clipper
brass compass binnacles,
ship's wheels,
engine telegraphs,
and ditty boxes for personal storage
a magnetic compass
days and nights
we carried these until
someone who wished to purchase them
surfaced
the buyer said they were bought as treasure but more
so for inspiration
in there music
sailor folk art is a rare and valuable hooby
it fetches wealth and prestige
at the same time
oh the ships of Surreintio
there the oranges are delicious and sweet
Dorking wines oohist me
she said
Il mito di una statua da giardino presso il Golfo di Napoli
Ballad Written By: Catullus Propertius
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The stoic stance
she stands
in the gardens of
Dorking
a statue carved to impress
her beauty the poet
writers mystery
a story of love and regret
a sexton the sailor carry's
to the shore she bathe
beneath the sun
he wishes for the sweetness
of oranges
for which til then
he never had none.
Arancia Rossa di Sicilia
come back to Surrentio
the mermaid sings her song
Carnival of Ivrea
she greets men
the charm of a Meridians voice
Napulitano Ballads and songs
the sweetness of the
Napulitano Orange
Sweet the nights of
natural pool of
Bagni della Regina
She swam in the waters there
and became a statue
in the garden that sings
The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
Never go back to look for them,
those things you lost,
not just things, like your hair,
or a favorite pocket knife.
Remember 'Teddy Boys' ?
You were born too late
to wear the slim suited, drain pipes,
velvet collared -
all that duck-assed brylcreemed cut,
so why keep looking for what was never you?
There was a time
when you were always au courante,
always abreast of yourself.
Billy the Kid had nothing on your swagger.
Oscar Wilde and Dorian Gray
packaged for eternity,
Bogey and Becall - bundled,
but you kept going back
to look for what you missed
and so missed the train
to Dorking Surry,
and never met that girl.
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