Goldie And Orchi At Hastings.

Goldfinch60



Nine hundred and fifty years ago,

On this very day ,

There we were, Orchi and I,

Sitting on Hastings beach,

Minding our own business,

Just eating some pork pies.

Me drinking my whisky,

WITHOUT WATER!

Orchi drinking his sherry.

I was trying to explain to Orchi

The meaning of

 Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia,

While He was trying to say

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

We looked out to sea,

There approaching were these boats

Loaded with men,

All had swords and spears,

And one had a bow and arrow.

Behind us horses were galloping,

They came to us on the beach.

Harold was there,

He asked if he could have a pie,

Orchi declined,

Saying “Pigs will fly

Before I release a pie!”

He pointed into the sky

And said to Harold,

“See that flying pig!”

I had always told Orchi

That pointing was rude,

And in this case,

It was dangerous!

As Harold fell from his horse

An arrow in his eye.

And that was the day

That Orchi said to me

“Give me a scotch, without water!”

Out of the kindness of my heart

I gave Orchi a SMALL scotch.

He fell to the ground

Shouting “Alas poor Yorick

I knew him well, fill up the walls

With your English dead Romeo”

From that day Orchi and context

Have never been the same,

And water always goes in his scotch.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2022 00:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Orchidee and I have known each other on poetry websites for many years and we often make fun of each other, after all we have lived since the dinosaurs were on the earth! This is one I wrote a few years ago, I was showing Mary some of my poems and this one raised its head so I thought I would put it on this site.
  • Category: Humor
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  • Saxon Crow

    Of course you do know that Harold was not shot in the eye actually, donchaknow. Tch! It was all believable apart from that part.

    • Goldfinch60

      How do you know that SC, you weren't there like me and Orchi were. LOL

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Oh lol, good write Gold.
      Were you around too, when a local Abbey in our town was there, before nasty Henry destroyed it?The Ruins are still there. I give guided tours, saying I was there at its opening in 1121.

      • Goldfinch60

        I was around but that is when you started singing so I was hiding in a noise free room.

        Andy

      • orchidee

        Apologies - I mentioned the Ch.... word in me poem again!

        • Goldfinch60

          You are starting to mention it too often Orchi!!!!!!!

          • orchidee

            Oops yes - wishing the year away (oh no), as if trying to hold water in a sieve!

          • Accidental Poet

            And what's this, no singing or swooning from Orchi? Great write Andy. šŸ˜‰

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you AP, no not this time, Orchi knows better than to sing near me.

              Andy

              • Accidental Poet

                Poor 'ole Orchi. šŸ˜

              • Doggerel Dave

                And there are unplumbed depths to be found here -
                Orchi , Goldfinch drinking sherry and scotch.
                A member of CAMRA, Iā€™d prefer beer,
                That would have taken Hastings up a notch.

                (CAMRA stands for Campaign For Real Ale ā€“ I was a very early member)

                Good one, Andy.

                • Goldfinch60

                  I was around when CAMRA first started in 1971, I too like good ale, my favourite is called Pigs Ear which is sold in a couple of pubs near me.

                  Thank you Dave.

                  Andy

                  • Goldfinch60

                    I was around when CAMRA first started in 1971, I too like good ale, my favourite is called Pigs Ear which is sold in a couple of pubs near me.

                    Thank you Dave.

                    Andy



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