That was the name we called the walls on ships

and in the storms they seemed to jump around

what with all the pounding of the heavy seas, but

eventually the tempests settled down, and the

walls of ships became the romping grounds for bugs.

For whatever reason in the maritime way of things the

bugs had user friendly names like Bombay Charlies

and they could scoot – if you caught one underfoot

they’d scrunch and end belly up their legs wriggling.

Shame really – they were real nature works of art –

provided they didn’t end up in your oxtail soup.




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