The trip continues: we arrive at our accommodation and meet a ghost. 'Whoooo...' :>o
We note that, after the Armada, QE1 did not keep her promise to provide financial assistance to sailors. 'Tsk' :>/
Star Castle'Hooray! Hooray!' The mossops, full of glee,
kept up their cheers and bounced upon the bed
within the party's suite. 'The sea, the sea!'
they sighed, and gazed towards the harbour head.
'Ooh yes,' chirped Coo, 'this suite has wondrous views
from its position in the garden grounds
of old Star Castle on St Mary's Isle,
a fortress cast in modern hotel hues
with restaurant, bar, and pool, serene surrounds,
and friendly staff with ever-present smile.'
'I am a copywriter,' added Coo,
accounting for her rather brochured speech.
FT resumed, but then there came a 'Whoooo!' –
a ghost, presenting history in a screech:
'In 1593, we ordered this,
a fort protecting Scilly from the fire
of Spanish ships we feared might strike our land,
for though, in '88, we did dismiss
King Philip's fleets, we sensed his unspent ire,
thus our Star Castle built, and very grand!'
'Yes, very grand, Your Maj,' FT agreed,
perceiving Queen Elizabeth the First.
'And very gunned!' chirped Coo. 'We felt a need,'
QE explained, 'to prep for warship worst.
As Godolphin, our Scilly captain, said,
the gathering of Spaniards seemed a cloud
well like to fall – and oh, that fighting fear!
The terror-ships that rampaged through our head
and all their cannons, booming out – so loud!
We halted all these frights, at this frontier.'
Poetry by Coo & Co
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Written on 2018-07-23 at 19:34
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