The Isle of Figgamaroo


’Twas my first voyage

And a fine voyage too

Bound with six others

For Figgamaroo

There was Narli and Parlie

And Otter and Barry

Gastro, the ship’s cook

And old Captain Harry

With me as their seventh

A cabin boy true

In search of the island

Of Figgamaroo

Our cargo was taffy

And three kinds of jade

Fish hooks and teacups

That we hoped to go trade

For the finest of riches

That your thoughts could construe

Found no-where on earth

But Figgamaroo

Gastro would serve us

Goose eggs on a platter

Which he’d cook mixed with shell

Said the Captain, “No matter

For there’s oat-cakes and gumbo

With jelly-drop goo

When we get to the Island

Of Figgamaroo”

Thin Parlie, our lookout

With knots was quite handy

To the deck he’d drop wrappers

From sugar-free candy

To the captain he shouted

(Quite a hullabaloo)

“There’s a storm lies between us

And Figgamaroo”

So Barry struck mainsail

While Narli checked jump

And Otter went ’lo decks

To clean out the sump

And Gastro, now queasy

Cried, “What shall we do?”

“Sail through her,” said Harry

“To Figgamaroo”

I admit that I doubted

As I tied myself fast

The winds were so calm

Not a creak from the mast

Then the softest of whispers

Like an eerie preview

Made me wish for the safety

Of Figgamaroo

The change was so sudden

A bare minute was all

From the lightest of breezes

To a full-blown sea squall

There was thunder and lightning

As our deck was blown skew

I despaired ever seeing

Fair Figgamaroo

The waves were so mighty

That they fell from the sky

Dropping down a great sea bass

Looking me in the eye

The wind tore from us flotsam

Even my own left shoe

I clung to rope, and to hope

Of Figgamaroo

The salty spray whipped us

Making everything wet

From the top of the mainmast

To the cook’s shell omelet

But Narli stood bravely

Tight the sheet line she drew

As our ship struggled onward

To Figgamaroo

Just as I figured

Our ship couldn’t last

The waves ceased to tip us

As the storm rushed on past

And I saw Barry dancing

As the bowline he threw

To the merry inhabitants

Of Figgamaroo

The natives, Trifoggles

Saw with three eyes apiece

Their pets, Furboggles

Had luxuriant fleece

They handed us shells

Full of mackarine stew

They treat sailors kindly

On Figgamaroo

There was bo-bread with berries

And fru-fruit, cut fine

And we washed it all down

With cocopop wine

“Not nearly,” griped Gastro,

“As good as shell almondu”

But no one agreed

There on Figgamaroo

They gave us dessert

Parlie his stomach pattening

Asked wasn’t there something

A little less fattening?

The Trifoggles looked puzzled

The Furboggles barked, “Woo?”

They like their sweets rich

There on Figgamaroo

Barry went hopping

Through the tickle-me heather

Narli twisted a headdress

Made of fling-a-bye feather

“Now to business,” said Harry

As he put down his brew

“Will you trade with me here

On Figgamaroo?

They showed us nuzguzzles

And twoops of laparnet

And intricate cozmulles

Encrusted with garnet

For this they asked taffy

That they so love to chew

For taffy, they’re daffy

On Figgamaroo

A groan came from Otter

Whose job was to save

Our cargo from damage

From leak or from wave

For the taffy was sodden

’Cause the sea had soaked through

“It’s great,” said the natives

Of Figgamaroo

Now I’ve been all over

By boat, ship and liner

And I’ve always loved travels

But there never was finer

Than that trip of discovery

When Harry’s old crew

Traded salt water taffy

On Figgamaroo.

*An excerpt from Without a Tear: Kindly Tales from Open Hearts, a collection of short stories and poems by Will Wright. It is available from Smashwords.com