When Last She Was Seen She Was Holding on TightlyA Poem by Nevillethis shanty maybe somewhat naughtical .. perhaps but hopefully not crude nor offensive ..When Last She Was Seen She Was Holding on Tightly When last
seen, she was clutching a long
thin strip of
navy blue velvet and near bent
double, somewhere
near to the grasp of her
middle .. And in so
doing she thus, allowed the hem of her
slip, to go on public display .. Oh’ come and sail
with us, the sailors did sing .. Yes come,
see how she
swings like a brassed pendulum sways .. When last
she was seen, she was seen holding a bottle
green velvet, measure of satin .. Fit for a
lady, or queen
even, so fine a piece of cloth it then was
.. Yet still,
she was creased close to the weave of her
middle .. And in so
being, allowed the hem of her
fine cotton
camisole to splay far too near a torn
seam, somewhere
down near the midline .. And all of
them sailors
did roar, come and play with us .. This gall she can
pitch, like a galleon might pitch in a
raging south
westerly squall and when last she was seen, she was
holding a new babe in both arms all wrapped in a dirty, cream coloured, silk shawl and both appeared to
be starving .. And still
the sailors did sing, come and play with us
lass, we shall
make it alright, come the morning .. © 2023 NevilleAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on September 20, 2023 Last Updated on September 20, 2023 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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