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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Orchidee often refers to 1066 when we were at the Battle of Hastings whose 951st anniversary was on 14th October this year, what he rarely mentions are some other times where we were together. NB the reference to water is that he is always threatening to put water in my scotch as he does in his sherry.
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Comments4
Tee hee. Aww, sorry I forget sometimes. It was a good reunion yesterday! That Orchi's a pest in history! lol. We're seeing ptero-wotsits. Pterodactyls.
Well it became a pterodactyl before it changed into a guinea pig.
Ahh yes - so it shrunk over the years (in fiction)! Not that I believe in evolution though.
Wow! An epic tale you've penned here, Goldie. Fun read.
Glad you enjoyed it Louis. Thank you.
LOL, Goldfinch! I think they should make your history writing a must read in English schools!
Thank you Louis, Orchi and I could do it, we were both there.
great humor my friend
Thank you Ron, most kind.
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