I’m down on the Pontoon again,
alone and on my tod,
if only I had learned to fish,
I’d sit and cast my rod.
No visitors, no crabbing,
and just two boats are moored,
no one wants to talk to me,
I’m getting rather bored.
Up in the Museum,
the Galleries are humming
I look along the gangway
in the hope that someone’s coming.
Occasionally the Orca RIB
takes passengers afloat,
I just get a “Good morning”
as they clamber on the boat.
I get a bit of exercise
releasing both their lines,
then my moment of excitement
calms down & just declines.
The DMs on the gangway
“COME UP – it’s going to rain”
(I’m almost looking forward
to WATERFRONT again!!!)
The Museum Poet (of course)
