Last night the old man made chowder,
with lobster, scallop, crab, halibut, and oyster,
and I made homemade buns that we smothered in butter.
The boy and I went for a midnight bike ride,
and my mother would have screeched at our speed.
Don’t worry mom, we wore our helmets, going vroom vroom on the ocean-side road.
We got to the square (the harbour) and watched a crab boat at the end of its shift.
The boys pulled her over and tied her up, to retire her for the night,
And they talked about Hondas (bikes parts), and the wind out there,
And going home to shower before doing anything else.
This morning I went to the cove again, and ’round to Green Island and back.
Along my way I found treasures,
and Maggie fell in a bog.
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