A Dastardly Tale
by Robert Harrison
Friday, November 17, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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To see the early rising of the sun over Morton Bay is a wonderful sight. The islands of North and South Stradbroke hazy in the distance, and on my line dangles a nice fat Bream.
Rise up thou early morning sun
blaze white the distant horizon.
Unfurl thy shimmering pathway,
over tranquil waters of Morton Bay.
Pour thy gold from glowing furnace
place a golden mask upon my upturned face.
Gild the sand dunes opening flowers
That they may blush this early spring day.
See the dolphins hump the sparkling water,
leaving nothing to show in their wake.
The Kookaburra with his joyous laughter
Tilts his head and laughs the world awake.
Oh ye fish who swim these waters,
ye cod, fat bream and slim whiting.
Where are thy sons and fair daughters?
Are not my proffered worms worth biting?
Come, I say and taste this juicy morsal,
For low the shark fast waves his fan
As he cleaves the water with pointed dorsal.
Come I say for thou may trust an honest man.
Thy friends of Morton Bay await thy coming
in happy guise, dressed in the sweetest of sauces.
Crabs warmed in salted waters, eels sunning
their nakedness over fire, partakers of four courses.
Lo! yonder the Shark swims near,
Swim-quickly as fast as you can
for I see your faces and your fear.
There now, are ye not safe in my frying pan?