Nautical Twilight

His sorceries are boo-hooing a teller,

what’s spare’s on the local trots

better than breakfast.

A win’s the Seychelles or the gurgling Maldives.

Going fast. Where the pig-footed bandicoot, the broad-faced potoroo,

the gumnut numbat?

spooked, bespoke,

honor’s in a trapdoor.

He stumped up, but crime befell kismet

pardon repelled mores

coin begat loss.