Post by Admin on Sept 15, 2013 0:33:27 GMT
SHIPWRECKED!(Story Poem)
I will tell you a story of a very weird event that once happened to me.
When I was a Prawner’s Crew Member, prawning in the Timor Sea.
A Cyclone blew up one day making the Seas high and very, very rough.
Our Boat was tossed about like a cork and facing conditions super tough.
All the other Crew Members, unfortunately, were washed overboard.
The only thing that had saved me was, I’d been wearing a safety cord.
The wind and rain and salt spray was so fierce it was way beyond belief.
Finally came the tragic end, as the Boat smashed against a Reef.
The Boat was then pounded to pieces by waves of foaming power.
And I thought for sure I was done for and facing my final hour!
I cut myself free from the safety cord that had saved my life for sure.
And dove into the dark foaming water and swam towards the shore.
Luckily, there was a little Island not too far away for me to reach.
And I gave a thankful sigh of relief when I finally reached that beach.
I lay exhausted for a while my mind on what would now happen to me.
When I heard footsteps crunching in the sand and looked up to see.
It was a group of old white haired Women and all were Ugly Hags.
They had wrinkles on their wrinkles and all were dressed in rags.
They didn’t say a word at all as they helped me to my feet.
Then two clasped their hands together making a kind of carry seat.
They motioned that I should be seated and then carried me right off.
It seemed they were treating me like I was some special kind of Toff.
When we reached their Camp there was a big fire beneath a Pot.
And whatever they were cooking I felt I could easily eat the lot.
Being very hungry, I hoped that some food would be offered to me.
But these old Hags had some other ideas, as you’re about to see.
One old Hag who seemed to be the Leader of this scraggly lot.
Actually motioned to me that I should jump into the boiling Pot!
When I obviously refused to, she gave out with a cackling laugh.
Then she started beating me about my body with a long wooden staff.
I tried to defend my person from this crazy old white haired Gin.
Then the rest of them grabbed wooden staffs and started to join in!
I knew with sudden horror now just what my actual fate might be.
To them I was not a Person, but a Meal washed up from the Sea.
I gathered all my strength about me and took off running for my life.
They all came chasing after me, all armed with Fork and Knife!
I raced back into the ocean and swam faster than I’d ever done before.
While they stood at the water line waving Knives and Forks galore.
I swam and swam for all my life until into exhaustion I started to slip.
Luckily right at that crucial moment there came in sight a ship.
I told my rescuers my tale of the little Island inhabited by the Ugly Hags.
Of the crazy Cannibalistic tendencies of these old Women dressed in rags.
The old Captain of this Ship smiled knowingly and then said to me.
“Those old Hags are mad descendants of Lepers sent there by decree!”
“The Governments have forgotten them and never send any supplies.
They are all crazy starving mad and will eat anything, including even flies!”
I’ve told you this story because if ever a Crew Member you wish to be.
Don’t get shipwrecked on a Prawner if its prawning in the Timor Sea!
Copyright Retribution
I will tell you a story of a very weird event that once happened to me.
When I was a Prawner’s Crew Member, prawning in the Timor Sea.
A Cyclone blew up one day making the Seas high and very, very rough.
Our Boat was tossed about like a cork and facing conditions super tough.
All the other Crew Members, unfortunately, were washed overboard.
The only thing that had saved me was, I’d been wearing a safety cord.
The wind and rain and salt spray was so fierce it was way beyond belief.
Finally came the tragic end, as the Boat smashed against a Reef.
The Boat was then pounded to pieces by waves of foaming power.
And I thought for sure I was done for and facing my final hour!
I cut myself free from the safety cord that had saved my life for sure.
And dove into the dark foaming water and swam towards the shore.
Luckily, there was a little Island not too far away for me to reach.
And I gave a thankful sigh of relief when I finally reached that beach.
I lay exhausted for a while my mind on what would now happen to me.
When I heard footsteps crunching in the sand and looked up to see.
It was a group of old white haired Women and all were Ugly Hags.
They had wrinkles on their wrinkles and all were dressed in rags.
They didn’t say a word at all as they helped me to my feet.
Then two clasped their hands together making a kind of carry seat.
They motioned that I should be seated and then carried me right off.
It seemed they were treating me like I was some special kind of Toff.
When we reached their Camp there was a big fire beneath a Pot.
And whatever they were cooking I felt I could easily eat the lot.
Being very hungry, I hoped that some food would be offered to me.
But these old Hags had some other ideas, as you’re about to see.
One old Hag who seemed to be the Leader of this scraggly lot.
Actually motioned to me that I should jump into the boiling Pot!
When I obviously refused to, she gave out with a cackling laugh.
Then she started beating me about my body with a long wooden staff.
I tried to defend my person from this crazy old white haired Gin.
Then the rest of them grabbed wooden staffs and started to join in!
I knew with sudden horror now just what my actual fate might be.
To them I was not a Person, but a Meal washed up from the Sea.
I gathered all my strength about me and took off running for my life.
They all came chasing after me, all armed with Fork and Knife!
I raced back into the ocean and swam faster than I’d ever done before.
While they stood at the water line waving Knives and Forks galore.
I swam and swam for all my life until into exhaustion I started to slip.
Luckily right at that crucial moment there came in sight a ship.
I told my rescuers my tale of the little Island inhabited by the Ugly Hags.
Of the crazy Cannibalistic tendencies of these old Women dressed in rags.
The old Captain of this Ship smiled knowingly and then said to me.
“Those old Hags are mad descendants of Lepers sent there by decree!”
“The Governments have forgotten them and never send any supplies.
They are all crazy starving mad and will eat anything, including even flies!”
I’ve told you this story because if ever a Crew Member you wish to be.
Don’t get shipwrecked on a Prawner if its prawning in the Timor Sea!
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