The party journeys from St Agnes to neighbouring isle Gugh and receives a sonnet from a standing stone :>)

The Old Man of Gugh

'How old am I? Darned rudeness. Twenty-one!
   Yes yes, I know your guidebook has "Bronze Age".
But why not let this fogie have his fun?
   You'd rather that than see me in a rage.
I've been a long time here, on brackened Gugh.
   They stood me up to guard their pottered graves.
I must admit, I like my slanting view –
   the hills, the heath, the sand, the stones, the waves.
I couldn't stop your Civil Warrers, mind.
   I mean, I glared, but they just tramped on through.
And then that Bonsor, come to make his find.
   "Sod off," I boomed. "There's nothing here for you."
These days, seems folks just want to take my pic.
"Lean in," they joke. If only I could kick!'

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Written on 2018-10-08 at 19:16

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It seems to us that a stone that can boom, "Sod off," can jolly well kick.

We like the crusty tone, and the sonnet form is our particular favorite.

"view" and "Gugh" must give a hint as to pronunciation. We were thinking "Go."

Where next?

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Getting a little crabby after all this time, I see. Wonderful poem.