The Road to Elgol

In 1266 Scotland took on Skye

From a Norse-Gael alliance by and by

“Now it’s time 

To fix that crime, 

Join Norway!” came the Skye NP’s cry.

Cuillins to the left, Cuillins to the right 

Serene, tranquil, peaceful, bright

It’s rare on Skye

That it’s clear and dry

God’s in His heaven and He’s turned on the light.

Then a stream of hurrying vehicles

Gets right under my cuticles  

Complete complacence

No blasted patience 

I’d like to give them a kick in the vestibules.

At Elgol we have lunch at the Creel

Fish fresh from the boat is unreal

We discuss the route

I say toot toot

And start on a rocky quadrille.

We regroup before too long

Den’s effected a repair with a thong

But if that’s one of those

It’s as plain as your nose

Her body-shape’s gone badly wrong.

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