Ten Sixty Six.

Goldfinch60



There I was on Hastings beach

Laying in my deckchair,

My whisky well within reach,

Breathing in the sea air.

 

I looked along the fine sand,

I heard this awful sound,

It sounds like a tuning band,

No, Orchi was around.

 

He came to me with water,

To put in my whisky,

Something he didn’t oughta,

As I would get frisky.

 

He sat down eating porkpies

Looking out to the sea,

This was so very unwise,

As the Normans he could see.

 

Then King Harold rode to us,

He greeted us with mirth,

His great highness we could suss,

Now our king since his birth.

 

Orchi pointed in the air,

Harold looked to the sky,

Looking to what might be there,

An arrow in his eye.

 

So the Normans claimed our land,

As Orchi pointed up,

They started to play their band,

My whisky I did sup.

 

History now shows the lie,

Where Orchi know the truth,

The arrow in Harold’s eye,

Was Orchi’s fault forsooth.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 14th, 2022 01:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Orchi and I were at the Battle of Hastings in 1066. When Orchi pointed up into the sky and said to King Harold "What's that in the air?" the arrow struck the king in the eye and changed history. Yes it was Orchi's fault!
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. lol. Boo hoo, they all blame me!

    • Goldfinch60

      Well it was your fault and don't mention the Magna Carta being a year late!

      Andy

      • orchidee

        Oops! lol.

      • Neville



        I neva woulda guessed .. 🙂

        • Goldfinch60

          Surely not Neville. LOL

          Andy

        • arqios

          At ten sixty-six I usually have a mid morn cuppa tea. Of course historical ticbits usually accompany the bikkies.

          • Goldfinch60

            The biccies had already been eaten by those escaping form Orchi's singing. LOL.

            Andy

          • Doggerel Dave

            Collapse of historical archives will be imminent
            Once the truth of your account is verified and revealed:
            For those who must care, history has no equivalent
            Of witnessed events whose honesty cannot be appealed.

            How can we be sure that all those history books will be recycled, rather than go to landfill, Andy?

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Dave, us witnesses to history are never consulted. 😁😁😁

              Andy



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