Trail of the crimson tide, 1957(a documentary)

Roll cameras, take one,
and cue Richard.

Red boat on the sea’s cuff,
seen everyday through telescope,
passes by as reliable as waves;
white spray dislodged, open arms
to cradle sand into a bosom bay.

In early evening, the day submits
to tales of what ‘were’ caught,
sea monsters for children to quake,
bravely avoided in its wake,
on its disappearance into the blue
which beckons every day,
says the BBC commentator.

“I says again, it were tharrt big.”

“Aye, so it were, and pink!”

And a small fishing trawler seen,
returns to its kind, warms the cove
with a persistence that shines
in deed, in new found prawns.

Also in oft, old mended yarns
pulled onto shore for anyone
who cares to hear a bit o’ fishy wits,
and feel the unbelievable tickle
of boats capsized by a giant shrimp.

“Aye, so it were, and pink!”

“It were massive.”

“One word, huge.”

“Never seen anything like it.”

Cut!

What? I know you’re kidding me.

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2 thoughts on “Trail of the crimson tide, 1957(a documentary)

  1. nectarfizz says:

    it was “This Big” and PINK!!! Snicker.

  2. Matt says:

    Yeah, it was! Just a bit of fun between a BBC commentator and the locals.

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