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.