Thursday, 16 April 2026

Tallest of Tale

 The locals have a story they say

The Strangest thing did happen one day

I was glued to my seat while they told the tale

Of four weird ladies and the vessel they sailed


The Boat was dark and varnished black

No Mariner. crew aboard in fact

Upon the deck so tall with splendour

Four ladies in search of adventure


Luckily the sea was calm

Not like them to chance there arm

To set sail before a storm

A blue sky day would be the norm


The locals have a story they say

The Strangest thing did happen one day

I was glued to my seat while they told the tale

Of four weird ladies and the vessel they sailed


With the clear sky and lovely weather

They seemed to move as one together

Above there heads were large umbrellas

Certainly not local dwellers


Hats sat perched upon those heads

The dockers began to feel a dread

The woman held a long brass chain

It went around and round again


The locals have a story they say

The Strangest thing did happen one day

I was glued to my seat while they told the tale

Of four weird ladies and the vessel they sailed


It seemed to steer the vintage boat

It kept the helm straight and afloat

Where they came from no one knows

They spoke the tongue of an Alien code


Their skin an ashen shade of grey

The moon darkened and faded away

The Alien woman spoke as one

The port master fetched his gun


The locals have a story they say

The Strangest thing did happen one day

I was glued to my seat while they told the tale

Of four weird ladies and the vessel they sailed


All seemed to gasp as they came ashore

Very strange and that's for sure

They reached out a hand not to behold

but to offer all a chest of gold


This left the locals with grins so wide

The boat left rocking on the tide

And so it was the story goes

Where they went for no one knows


The locals have a story they say

The Strangest thing did happen one day

I was glued to my seat while they told the tale

Of four weird ladies and the vessel they sailed


The towns folk spent there share of gold

And to this day will still grow old

These tales are true and some might say

They may even return another day


But don't bank on it or even bet

For my hairs turned grey and My ears are wet. 


But don't bank on it or even bet

For my hairs turned grey and My ears are wet

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