Young Lady Lucy lived her life
Carefree and so you see
She never took care of anything
She was, in fact, clumsy
She wasn’t like this on purpose
It was only just because
She was rather forgetful
That’s just the way she was
Her Granny on her deathbed
Said, “Come closer, my girl, come here”
And gave her a family heirloom
Then said, “Take care of it my dear”
She took the locket and promised
To cherish and pass it on
Then weeped as Granny closed her eyes
And just like that, she was gone
For years she kept it safe
And only wore it on special occasions
Lucy and the elegant locket
Survived several invasions
Years later she decided
That before her kids were born
She’d try to wear it more often
After all, it was for her to adorn
So, one day at the Royal Regatta
While she was boating on the river
The wind picked up and made her cold
And then she began to shiver
The oarsman placed her shawl
Around her shoulders to beat the chill
Somehow the locket did unclasp
She never noticed this until
She was giving out the medals
To the winners on the podium
She couldn’t believe it had happened
Oh why was she so dumb?
They scanned the fields and riverbanks
Everyone searched high and low
It was a mystery to all
Where the heck did it go?
The oarsman searched the boat
But turned up empty handed
By now Lucy was quite stricken
So as Lady she demanded
To dredge the river to find it
But her mother said,”That’s absurd!”
The General was stood quite close
And so he overheard
“My dear Lady,” he said
“I think you must think again
Why don’t I summon some of my boys?
I have several frogmen.”
“What a splendid idea ,” she replied
“I’m so pleased that you can assist
So make the necessary arrangements
Hurry up now! You are dismissed.”
For hours they scoured the river bed
And just before twilight
A diver returned to the surface
With something twinkling in the light
Lucy screamed with relief and glee
At the sight in the diver’s hand
He removed his goggles and snorkel
As he stepped back on dry land
When she saw the handsome diver
Who had retrieved her precious locket
He wasn’t the only one standing there
Who was wetter than an otter’s pocket.
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