Nigel Misunderstood: The Sirens Call
By Neil Davey age 31
A lonely booby, in full seclusion
Nigel lived his life in grand delusion
Gentle waves, cresting caps, and temperate tides
Settling down, his beautiful concrete bride
Speaking very little, avoiding the skies
Her Mango-sun dress, easy on the eyes.
Honey homebody, did not stray far from,
The nest Nigel built of twigs, sticks and plum.
Diving deftly, the sea bear fishy fruit
Her picky palate, his gifts she refutes
Matted feathers, to fix, tussle and groom.
No other gannet sleeker, her cold, tough plumes
Sure, the other gals love to laugh and sing,
Strutting and soaring in the airy spring
While his love preferred a quiet visit
He’d nestle her sweetly, her love exquisite
Whenever cold, which was always the case
Whispered warm words, in each tender embrace
Ev’ry expression of emotion bestowed,
Given honest and freely, no recompense owed.
Nigel went home yesterday, he flies in
Out past the break, over the horizon.
He is survived by his immortal mate.
Connie, his concrete love, his gorgeous date.
We remember sweet Nigel, a smile and
His love will forever shape this island.
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