Water, water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink.
The river Ely burst its banks,
Making many a welsh heart sink.
A flood of biblical proportions,
Well, perhaps the odd drop or two.
Has drowned our cherished museum,
But the fine staff all came through.
All that was so painfully yesterday,
For the dark waters have ebbed away.
And so our robust museum of the year,
Is radiantly open this St David's Day!
Happy St. David's day. From Tonyefail to Cardiff, art flowed on their skiffs Some found south of Tonypany on the banks of the Ely But guided by good St. David not one leaked or split Now David can relax on those banks of bright mint jelly.
Aye! Aye! Shaun, thanks for the warning but unfortunately I tend to plunge right in. I haven't actually caught one of those mistresses yet, but the indefatigable ole Cap't keeps right on trying.
And many kind thanks to you good Captain Cur for your most witty, and hugely enjoyable stanza. Loved it. And a belated St David's Day to you Captain. Take care on those cruel, unforgiving stormy mistress of the seas.
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And Thank you good Captain Cur for your most quick and witty reply sir. Happy sailing and may broad winds fill your sails.