When the pen takes control.

What’s that creature down below

basking in the summer glow

it looks like a kitten to me

perhaps it floated in on the sea

shall we go down and pick it up

no look again it’s a seal pup

it’s mother’s probably quite near

she’ll look after the little dear

but if she doesn’t come back soon

well tell the warden who knows what to do

At the end of every evening

before switching off the lights

I check on my household pets

and bid them all Goodnight

a tank containing goldfish

two cats and dog as well

I sometimes say it to my wife

or else she gives me hell

In Porlock Bay there was a great squall

that cut the tow of the Forest Hall

the Watchet lifeboat couldn’t launch there

so they called the boys from Lynmouth fair

without hesitation their brave men

said we will do what we can for them,

over hill and moor they dragged their boat

and from Porlock bay set her afloat

they set off from Porlock beach

so that those poor crew they then could reach

you may not believe but this is true

how they saved the lives of that ship’s crew.

Buried in the drift

her fleece becomes a haven

Winter lambs give tongue

I heard a song from in the trees

and looking up I felt at ease

for if a robin doth appear

a loved one though once lost is near

so I gazed upon his bright red breast

happy knowing they are all at rest