I blame it on the Millygully

While standing’s best I could
on a squeamish purple pebble
fretting there would be no more
boats that day upbound for Moorish Tor
I spied a millygully – floundering
upon the remains of a crawfish jaw

I offerred to exchange my linty pocket
for some info on the availability
of aftside seats on the outbound
but the stupid millygully
just looked around…
and frowned

I felt so damn put down
I left that town feeling
like some kinda sinner
So I headed home
and made a bowl
of pickled porridge
for my dinner

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