A Noble Caledonian!

 

The last day of our cruise we got the big news – Oh gawd! There’s a Lordship on board…

We don’t know his name and there’s no-one to blame

for the news of this Lordship  aboard.

We saved hard the fly-cruise to afford and now we’re abroad 

Oh gawd! – there’s this Lordship on board!

His profile’s been kept low, he may have someone ‘in tow’

to look after his ceremonial sword.

But we haven’t been bored while the ship has been moored 

With his Lordship’s presence on board…

The wine has been poured and the islands’ have been toured

And all with his Lordship on board!

The wind it has roared and the sea’s had us floored

[Even John the good vicar was driven to liquor!]

But his Lordship didn’t go overboard!

We’ve been jumping through hoops

[Except the girls with ‘Two Soups’]

And all with his Lordship on board.

The meat we have gnawed and at night we have snored

While his Lordship’s been sleeping on board!

We don’t know his name as it’s part of his game 

      Anonymity is part of his ‘hoard’.

Someone said ‘He’s a Scot’ - and his name might be Ian’

[We’ve had three by that name already!]

But to give due accord to the anonymous Lord

       He should be a Noble-Called-ian!

 

Thank you to Steve Day for this poem