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Welcome to Beastly Tales. Each has a message, a moral. All are meant to have an element of humour. Naturally, any names included do not depict real folk but are included as part of the joke.

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(As with Beastly Banter Beastly Tales is written and illustrated by Richard Hersel.)

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Richard Hersel



Clarence Craddick was the Harbour Master,
Of a smallish port known as Doncaster.
He would sit in his office at the end of the pier,
Keeping an eye on all boats until they got near.
Then he would hail them, “Ship Ahoy,”
The boat thus hailed, would moor at a buoy,
And prepare for many officialdom capers.
And send a gig, with Captain and papers,
So that Clarence could, with his Port of Entry Stamp,
Stamp the documents, although some were damp.
Yes, damp from the briney sea,
Or, perhaps it was the Captain’s cup of tea.
Then the procedure was done in reverse,
Meanwhile the Captain did grumble and curse.
It seemed such a colossal waste of time,
Doing all this, yes it was a crime.

Then the Captain would continue on to his mooring,
With the town and it’s pub waiting there, luring.
The Captain and crew, changed into their shore clothes.
Eager to see wives and sweethearts to get even more close.
Most Captains of boats from the port of Doncaster,
Were totally fed up with this officious Harbour Master.
They plotted together whilst in the Pub,
Just how they could collectively snub,
This Harbour Master irksome bloke,
Through the implementation of a practical joke.
Next time there was a most severe storm,
They would play a good trick on the worm.
While he sat at his window at the end of the pier
They would quickly nail up the door, never fear.
Then the jerk could get a big shock,
As enormous waves on his window did knock.
So that is precisely what they did do,
And Clarence Craddick did truly spew,
As he saw a giant grey wave.
Racing towards him, too late to save,
The waves hit with a thundering crash.
The Harbour Master’s office did splinter and dash,
Right into the bounding main,
Clarence was never seen again.

Is there a moral to this sad tale?
Perhaps, if one officiously does rant and rail,
It might, people to the limit drive,
Causing reaction that you may not survive.



In addition to being arrogant, poor Clarence may never have been on a stormy ship ... and is not able to welcome the sailors with kindness. The fear of the sea itself may have killed it. Hi Richard;)

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Hello again, your painting is magnificent.

Wow, that almost got me drifted away. It's always good to do to others what you would like them do to you!

Poor Clarence Craddick, all he had to do was be a bit nicer and things could have been so different for him.

Haha! One have to be careful who one annoys in this world :D

...and now that Clarence slept with the fish
the captains and crew can had got their wish

Great post, I enjoyed it a lot. Keep it up!

excellent poem again and great imagination.
love the drawing too.

I love poetry, welcome to my work. Thank you and good job

Muy buena .

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