Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:43:31 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:34:53 -0600 (CST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Silvia Casale Subject: (sQ-ff) The Ballad of The King George Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/654 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org OK, I know I've been miserable the last few days so Sabrina decided that she WOULD cheer me up so we sat about writing this _slightly_ silly poem for y'all and to make us laugh. It's hardly a great work of art, but it was a bit of fun and I thought it might lighten this hectic Xmas mood- so happy thoughts from the two of us. The aim is for you to smile, but it's hardly Oscar Wilde, just a humble attempt at being as silly as we can manage in one day. Smiles. ***************************************************************************** The Ballad of The King George ( a slightly silly poem ) Twas a dismal day when the King George first sailed, Grey, overcast and forlorn, While the people, they clapped, and the horns they wailed, So bright and so gay on that morn. Coming abroad at the very last sec, A beautiful young girl rushed onto the deck, And the Captain, he stared over awed and in love, Watching her come from the bridge up above, But she was smiling and smiling with glee, For with her was standing a handsome young stranger, you see. And the Captain saw red, And clutched at his head, For her beauty was driving him mad, And wanting her love was desperately sad, Walking around, he stopped quite still, and then he saw them embrace, And watching them there, a dark grin did appear, pasting itself on his face. 'Ahah!" he did cry. 'Oh, ho ho, he he he', Running around like a one quite possessed, and rubbing his hands in glee, For a plot he was forming in his demented mind, And it was a sledgehammer for this he needed to find, He went about his dastardly deed, Throwing caution away with never a heed, And when they sailed from the Spanish shore, He took out the tool and opened the door, Walking around the engineering room, And breaking the gauges, so sealing his doom. The crew left the boat and the passengers too, But staying behind were the loving two, The girl and her lover, the man that she chose, Hurry about the gauges to close, But the George, she sank down under the sea, Trapping for ever these unhappy three. Her lover, he died, catching a cold, While trying to salvage the ship in the hold, And Lillian wept and grieved for her love, Trapped alone and forgotten above, And she hated him so and cursed him to die, And when she took ill in the ballroom did lie, Until her wish for death came true, But it didn't unite the loving two, For their hate and their anger and the Captain's guilt Trapped them there in the horror he'd built, Wandering the rooms and haunting his boat, Then finally in his log book he wrote, Going down to the engine room And with a pistol sealing his doom. A century later a boat found them below, The mighty great SeaQuest, prize of the UEO, And the crew came abroad, And slowly explored, Curious and curiouser on seeing the light, Shining in the deep, eerily bright. They found the men's bodies, skeletons now, One up the top and one in the bow, Then Lillian's diary got the doctor possessed, Leaving the men gaping at how she was dressed In Lillian's ball-gown a sight to behold, Lost in the secrets that were to unfold. Next for the log book in the Captain's den, Guarded and watched by that most tortured of men, Door frames were bleeding, while handles did blaze, The crew standing by, with fear quite amazed, But lucky young Lucas, he got to go in, And the Captain stood back to let him win. Down in the ballroom Lillian lay, Dressed as she had on that fateful day. The Captain came at last to stand by her side, Explaining and talking of why she had died, And asked her forgiveness and told her to go, And went to live on in sorrow and woe, But she did forgive him, reunited with her love, Inviting him with them to heaven above, And the Doc, she felt better, released from the spell, But they all left quickly, not feeling so well. The air was quite bad and perhaps they had seen, Things in their minds that never had been, But Bridger, he pondered, while he spoke to his wife, Of love, the universe, the meaning of life. Finally he smiled and told her good night, Then settling down, he turned off the light, Sitting up quick, listened and gave a sigh, Only to think he'd heard the Captain's cry, But he wondered and wondered, as he lay in his bed, Over what would happen, when he was dead. Would he wander trapped here in life, Or if he would be reunited with his precious wife? But no answers came and he fell asleep, As the boat sailed on, below in the deep. Copyright E.Casale and Sabrina Helayna Ardeloes, 1997 ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe