By Andrew Spragg.
III
Intros all made. First scene –
FC, a sea captain:
The Ballard of
Captain Cakes
So well met, she begun like this:
our love, dear Fatty Cakes
stood stern aboard her merry ship.
Our captain wails & quakes.
Consoled by map & chart alone
tales told: crude, stark & sad,
of Cakes at night lone wandering:
the deck, her feet would pad.
Cruel hinterland she longed to see,
ship stocked & anchor raised,
set sail, horizon in her sight,
for Cakes a start of days.
The crew, all told, on ration’s wage
idle, mean hearts belie
a bell, telling, rung late one night
& deserted Cakes & I.
& deserted Cakes & I.
