WHEN ROGER MET KATHY ...
WHEN ROGER MET KATHY
A West Indian Love Story......
When Cap’n Roger
spied the West Indies,
His eye-glass
clamped to his eye.
He was hoping to
salve a broken heart,
But was brave,
trying not to cry.
When he disembarked,
he was welcomed
By the Governor and
Belles of the Isle.
“Hmm”, he
thought, “this is nice.
I think I might bide
for a while”.
A tanned man, in
white uniform,
Is always an object of
desire
.
.
When Kathy saw him,
she knew at once
That he’d set her
heart on fire.
When Roger saw
Kathy, across the room,
With her skin of
honey-gold ...
And her slim, slight
delicate figure…
Ah ... a love-story
that had to be told.
So love bloomed,
when Roger met Kathy,
And he knew his fate
was sealed.
“Kathy”, he
said, “I was sore of heart,
But, now I’ve seen
you, I’m healed”.
On a sailing-boat,
one day, he said:
“Kathy, would you
like to see Wales?”
“Oh, yes”, said
Kathy, “I love them so much.”
So Roger set the
sails.
They sailed away,
for a night and a day *
And, finally, spied
land, green and long.
“Where are
whales?” asked Kathy, bemusedly.
“This is Wales”,
said Roger, “my Land of Song”.
Kathy now lives in
Somerset
And, from her
garden-deck ...
She can see the
distant hills of Wales
And her beloved
canal – the Mon. and Brec.!
(* or possibly
longer….poetic licence!!)
Ffion