Steer Well Clear of Dorset Buoys

dont say you've not been warned ..

Steer Well Clear of Dorset Buoys

Steer well clear

of Dorset

buoys, there be

grave danger

so tis said,

always lurking

somewhere there ..

Maintain

wide berths sirs

and do take care,

plus big

precautions too ..

For you have

now been much

and strong

advised, to steer

well clear

and at all costs

of Dorset lasses,

lobster pots,

and them bad

old Dorset buoys ..

Indeed, the gulls

about yon

heads and flaxen

sails do cry ..

Be most afeared

of Bridport lads

and just as much

of West Bay too ..

If you do know

precisely, what is

good for all

brave young souls

and just as much,

be fearful for

your sorry crew ..

For she, the siren

has tis said,

one god almighty

appetite

and needs be fed,

she’s more

hungry than a flock

of whales n true ..

But for just

one moment lads,

forget foulest

weather

windy, warnings

and all that jazz ..

Just stay alert

and wary be tho ..

Far more so,

on such windless,

gert lush, sunny

days as these ..

Aye lads,

steer well clear

of Dorset buoys ..

Said siren’s

out to get you ..

Whether or not

you be fisherman

or priest ..

A boatbuilder,

soldier, baker

or some other

well-seasoned

salty sailor ..

Pray don’t you

never forget this

well intentioned

saline, final warning ..

 

 

 

Author's Note

For anyone out there who doesn't already know .. but may be interested, Dorset is a small county in England much of it on the coast & known for its beauty, but also rough seas .. tis steeped in folklore .. The sirens of Greek mythology are dangerous but alluring creatures said to call to sailors and fishermen who are compelled to find the source of their song and are then lured onto rocks and their doom .. A buoy is a floating marker out at sea that marks a spot .. often a dangerous spot, or where crab and lobster pots have been set .. Gert lush is a local west country term that means something is very good or lovely ..

Reviews

[Lorry]

Re your authors note Nev, I've heard same said of those Dorset maidens, luring with their allure and wotnot.
And for a county at the opposite end of my world, I have been reading twice in recent week(s) of their cliffs crumbling in quite an untoward fashion too, so if you are on the beach, might want to wear a hard hat too.
The Dorset buoys makes much more sense now. I thought it might have been a local variation of West Side story.
Must go, I think I hear one of those sirens and well, there's no point in fighting it, is there? 😊

[Neville]

.. Cheers but just be very careful Loz 💛

[Umar Aziz]

Very well written sir. Ladies and seas are both unpredictable. Exciting too.

[Neville]

you are quite write sir .. many thanks indeed ..

[Ken e Bujold]

blimey, Nev. Ok, I take care of Dorset's shores, stay mindful of poaching a lobster pot, no matter how hungry I may be ... but the Lasses! Heaven's forbid. A dog's got to hunt, and having snouted the area in question, as I do recall the vixens were particularly attractive. So unless daddy's toting a shot gun ... :)

ken

[Neville]

I got one about Lincolnshire too in the offing :)

[Troy Henson]

The allure of the seas can be both welcoming but may also hide dangers that catch us by surprise. Thank you for sharing.

[Neville]

Aye .. tis very true matey .. and thank you sir :)