high and dry
the sea horse is tethered
sea-washed and glossy
on the banks of the taf
horsey we say
horsey do say
why not white riding away on the sea
why are you loiterIng here in the lee
of a moon-struck castle
a boathouse marooned
as away pulls the tide
away on the flow
what can you do now
but sleep until morn
i’ll see you anon and maybe
lend a hand to see your fat bottom
away off the land
sleep watertight and we might
meet the dawn sun that speaks
of the meander of the sea
in the mud eely creeks
so away
off you go
your treasure to seek
so to speak
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