Another from our silly Scilly series. The party, comprising the mossops, Coo, and FT, learned of the plight of the
SS Thames while on St Mary's and resolved to take flowers to the rescued figurehead, at his home on Tresco.
SS sonnet
In yester years I rode the Scilly seas,
0the
SS Thames my steed, from London town,
oh! how she raced across the swell – such ease! –
0until that night she hit the rocks, plunged down,
with only four survivors from her wreck,
0and I, wrenched from her body to reside
in Abbey Gardens, quite the dulling deck
0for one who thrills for salt and spray and tides;
still, I may dream upon my pretty plinth,
0receive this party with their gift of flowers –
stout agapanthus, joined with hyacinth,
0shall form fine fumes to help me through the hours;
so thank thee kindly, mossops, FT, Coo,
for lilies pink and purple, white and blue.
Andrewrabbott,
Figurehead of the SS Thames