Let the Keos Begin... — from the Sailing Master, Hugh Maguire

Let the Keos begin……..

Please allow me a little Indulgence

There was a Time I met this Renown Northerner,

Her name was Kristen, she was no Seafarer, she had arrived on a Lambretta sucking a Lollipop.

Her eyes were an Azure blue. I could smell the Spray of her perfume.  I wanted to Enchanter but with little Finesse. I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, Uchoose.

We went to this café that specialised in chaHautere, but it was like the Marie Celeste. The waiter looked like one of the Marx brothers, Zeppo.

We shared tea and a Sea biscuit with a Little Honey, and afterwards, as we drank Chardonnay, I noticed a Ladybird on her shoulder.

I was living the Bella Vita, or as they say in Italy, it was Sereno.

So Tumua along, It was all a Masquerade, she was a bit of a Loose Unit.

Kudos to this girl, it Started with a Kiss, she Lidar hand on Matai, and quickly there was a French Kiss involved. I decided to let my tongue Explorer.

We danced the Charleston and then a Calypso five, times. It was the Wright Decision, she was no Angel.

But afterwards things went quiet, Tumbleweed could have blown down the street. I got Zilch, and as if by Magic, Abracadabra, she was gone!

XMas beach BBQ, Oneroa December 2022 — when this ditty was first recited.