Orchi And Goldie At Hastings Sonnet.

On that beach Orchi and Goldie were sat,

Me drinking my whisky, without water,

Orchi eating his pork pie with no fat

While Fido around the beach did potter.

 

We looked out to the sea and saw all the ships

Filled with those Normans to conquer our land,

But all was well as Harold to us skips

With all his soldiers riding in a band.

 

But Orchi ruined it all in his way

And told Harold to look up in the sky,

An arrow came down from within the fray

And struck that poor Harold right in his eye.

 

So from that fine day in ten sixty six

The fault of Harolds death with Orchi sticks.