When the wind chimes high
when the wind chimes low
through the links
in his kilt he'll go
all the lassies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A slimy heel slippery eel
tho' no feared he'd take the fall(s)
he lost his breeks on the course
where caddies dropped (all) his ball(s)
With apologies to Andy Stewart (1933 – 1993)
Categories:
trews, celebrity, fun, golf, humor,
Form: Rhyme
We fished off the pier in carefree days
when girls wore tartan trews.
In endless summer sun we’d laze
when Tommy Steele was “Singing the Blues”.
Now it’s saffron robes and no-take zones,
maybe coffee in the cafe at the pier,
replaced by ubiquitous mobile phones,
like conversation, things just disappear.
Categories:
trews, change, holiday, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Is there a place in heaven
Where old deckies muster
A sheltered safe haven away
From any wild storm's bluster
From sail to steam to diesel
United one and all
By the harvesting of the sea
And the handling of the trawl.
Do the different generations
Mingle to chat about the life
United by the fishing and
The razored gutting knife
Do the three day millionaires
In their bell bottomed trews
Their slim Jim ties
Their brothel creeper shoes
Mix with the fishermen
Of all the fishing nations
Is it an easy mix of
Fishing's generations.
Do they observe a silence
When the latest vessel sinks
Welcome new brothers with
Heavenly ambrosiac drinks.
Is their a deckies heaven
For those who paid the cost
For those quiet heroes counted
Amongst fishing's lives lost.
Do they gather in their thousands
To chew the fat about it all
Do they relive their memories
Of the following of the trawl.
Is there a place in heaven
Where old deckies muster
A sheltered safe haven away
From any wild storm's bluster
Categories:
trews, death, fishing, heaven, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Catch a Weasel Asleep
Upon my word It all came true,
Sky turned Green and Earth was blue,
Fish didn’t swim but they could walk,
Sheep wore hats and learnt to talk.
Cockroach roamed six feet tall,
Slaying dragons, for they are small,
Eagles fell from pure green sky,
Shed their wings could no longer fly.
Fox strolls town during light of day,
Greeting strangers, it’s just his way.
Tiger’s tamed eating berry fruit,
Rats attack men in pin stripe suit.
Mankind turns human, honest and good,
Walking land where giants stood.
World is spinning upside down,
Man, in the Moon bemoans and frown.
Penguins wear trews by Louis Versace,
Playing concert piano like Liberace.
Ice caps melting flooding the land,
Paupers and Porpoise go cap in hand.
Life on Earth is in reverse,
Pollution and noise only make things worse,
If you ever catch a Weasel asleep,
The end is nigh; time to weep.
Categories:
trews, drug, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen,
All for her mother’s wish to succeed,
To the world a boy was she seen,
Elizabethan trews were her screen,
So male in dress, in thought and deed.
A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen,
Avast, she swapped the widow’s weed,
The pirate’s code became her scene,
The woman’s world that might have been,
A place she felt she didn’t need.
A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen.
Form: Rondel Prime
Categories:
trews, history, sea, world,
Form: Verse