The Unknown Rambler

The Unknown Rambler

In some corner of a marshy field undrained,

We sought Him unknown,

Whom Earl Grey & cake had once sustained,

But no more now would puff peaceful

By His study clock,

Or ask is this a Fair Trade, dog friendly tea shop?

Cautious crept the wyrd, mist breath marsh folk,

Rough clad, tangle haired & gimble eyed,

And though we with polite query & coin plied,

They shied, for t'was no human tongue they spoke.

And where the strangest, twisted forms abound,

And spectral beasts do sniffle,

Scenting blood, or maybe just the last

Of His lemon drizzle,

The sad, unposted destiny was found,

Deep in soggy ground.

For on this lonely river side

Here did endeth that brave ramble wide;

Aught remained, not even a morsel going smelly,

Only tragedy, told by one, mud bound green welly.

Far, too far indeed, He strayed,

Beyond reach of Mortlock & Roberts' Guide,

And foolish! o'er stretched Man's mortal line,

Into that dark,

Which ever doth lurk

Beyond the thermos flask's cool down time.

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