Saturday, June 12th, 2010
So Abby’s safe and sound once more, upon a fishing boat.
Alas, her dream to sail the world no longer is afloat.
She says she’ll try another time. I think I hope she does.
Meanwhile, all across the world, the news lines are a-buzz!
I have to say, I find it quite a struggle to keep up.
The seas are always being crossed by some fresh, bouncy pup.
Jessica has just come home, and Jesse’s still quite young.
It seems the next cab leaves the rank before the last is sung!
It really quite amazes me. I’m fifty four years old.
I know I’m not especially tough, or bright, or strong, or bold,
And yet I’m far from feeble, and I really have to say,
I find it quite enough each week to sail Port Philip Bay!
“Where will it end?” I ask myself. “First babe in Outer Space?”
It vexes me. I find it a disturbing sort of race.
But I’m pleased that Abby’s safe and sound. She looks so nice and sweet.
I’m sorry that her journey now can never be complete.
I hope they save her “Wild Eyes”, that they raise sufficient store
Of cash to save her from a grave upon the ocean floor.
She must have been so frightened when that long wave spun her round.
I’m glad the rescue went so well, that Abby’s safe and sound!
© Stephen Whiteside 13.06.10