Sunday 11 August 2019

The Moke I, by crewman Beau

Once upon a morning isle, as I daydreamed, Vanuatu style,

While many friendly, open souls wandered down the shore,

As I pondered, wide and woke, suddenly there came a Moke,

And it was gently revving, revving at my v-birth door,

"Some mad machine ," I muttered, "revving at my v-birth door",

~ Only this and nothing more.

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