The conversation

He said :
“I only dance in the jungle”
I asked him why.
He said:
” Because it is better dancing in the Jungle”
I asked him how it was better.
He said:
” If you danced in the jungle you would not ask me that question”
I wished him well and walked away.

 The Sirens song [ Voices from the Reef ]

The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved

We are waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for you.
Here in the shade by the Orchard wall.
Soft grasses,
Legs parted,
We are waiting
Waiting.
Just for you.
Lips Sweetened, with  honey, thyme and dew.
Here in the shade by the Orchard wall
In the velvet quiet of fathoms deep,
We’ll offer you  our soft white breasts.
Appease the yearning in your chest.
Here in the shade of the Orchard wall,
Soft grasses,
Legs parted,
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for you.
Throw over the tiller bar, let go the wheel.
Give no thought to the scrapping keel.
Please understand our desperate haste.
To have you tight in our embrace.
The reef is but the Orchard wall,
No obstacle ,
To one so brave,
We are waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for you

I waited as arranged,
the clock struck 6,
But she didn’t come.
I waited until 6:30,
Watching the throng of office workers
rushing   towards Charing Cross.
I watched the pigeons in the square,
and she didn’t come
I waited until 7,
but she didn’t come.

There were three Worm Eaters and one rusty old bicycle to carry them all.
One was blind. One had a twisted leg, and the third  was prone to shout.
They ate worms and appeared to thrive.
When somebody asked them ” What use are you?”
The blind worm eater rode off on the rusty bicycle
The worm eater  with the twisted leg danced a jig
And the one that shouted, quietly replied:
” We are the Worm Eaters”