Orchi's Travels.

I remember it well.

I was sitting in the Blue Boar

Drinking my ale,

Talking to Robin

And to Little John.

Alan-a-Dale was playing,

Playing his lute and singing.

Then from behind me

Came the sound of a cat,

A cat screeching,

Trying to keep in time,

In time with the music.

I looked round in horror

And saw him,

Saw that person

That person who changed history.

 

He saw me!

“Cooee!!” shouted Orchi

“COOEE!!”

I tried to hide behind John

But it was too late.

“HELLO GOLDIE!!” he shouted

“Shall I get some water for you?”

 

Over he came,

Sat down, got up swiftly,

He had sat on and broken Robin’s arrows,

Didn’t even apologise, which was normal.

 

“Shall I tell them the story Goldie?

You now about ten sixty-six

When Harold looked up!”

“No” I said,

“Tell them about the time

The time you lost your dinosaur

And we went through those times,

The Jurassic and Cretaceous eras

Looking for it,

Not knowing it had changed

Changed into a guinea pig!”

 

I remember it well,

That wonderful time

When Magna Carta was signed,

Giving freedom to all in the Kingdom.

The King, with quill in his hand, paused

As there was a crash at the door,

Orchi came through,

And as his “Cooee!” rang out.

“Has anyone seen my dinosaur” he shouted

As he ran across the room,

He fell against the table

Knocked the ink all over the manuscript,

Thus causing it to be signed in twelve fifteen

Instead of twelve fourteen,

It took the monks another year

To write it once more.

 

I remember it well,

That day on the beach.

I was sitting the watching the ships

When behind me came the sound,

“Cooee!, I made it!

Is it time yet?”

“Time for what?” I replied.

“Time for the Battle”

“What Battle?”

“The Battle of Hastings!”

“I hope not, that is next year,

It is only 1065 this year” I said,

“But what are all those ships doing,

And why is Harold behind us?”

“You haven’t been changing the calendar again?”

I asked him.

“I only put it back a year” he remorsefully replied,

Then he pointed up,

Pointed to the flying dinosaur,

The one we had been searching for.

Harold looked up as well,

And that, as they say, is now history,

I remember it well.