Name: Great Aunt Annie's Ashes
Duration: P00H04M16S
Description: A fishy tale of boats, revenants and mass homicide.

Great Aunt Annie's Ashes

from Light Duties by Flying Tadpole

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A fishy tale of boats, revenants and mass homicide.

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GREAT AUNT ANNIE'S ASHES
by Tim Fatchen & Andrew Male

Great Aunt Annie's ashes sat
On the spare room's' bookcase.
Were you to ask us "Why is that?"
Well, they had to be put someplace!

But that got Uncle Arthur's goat.
One morning he rose early
And took the ashes to his boat
Intending them for berley.
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He’d take his worries in the boat
And dump them in the Sound
Along with Annie’s sandwiches
Of artisanal bread, stone ground

He’d always swear he’d loved them
But as a kid I knew
That Aunty Annie’s sandwiches
All wound up in the Blue
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So it all seemed to make good sense
Almost the perfect turn
When Arthur added Annie
To his burley off the stern

Three minutes till the first one hit,
No time then to sit down
Eighty-six fishes boated
In an hour off Ballast Ground

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There’s life and death and wishing
And magic on the sea
Old wives and breads and fishing
But never mix all three

For the water showed strange colors
As the wind spun at its heel
And Arthur he smelled home-made bread
As he took the wheel

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Still, Arthur, buoyed up by his catch,
hightailed it for the shore
Avoiding those his catch might snatch,
the dead hand of the law

The wondrous bounty in the boot,
the fish flesh all a-quiver,
Arthur to his home he'd shoot,
a fishmeal to deliver.
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Admittedly, some looked quite odd,
you couldn't serve them whole
Nor fillet them like English cod,
nor serve them up like sole.

So Arthur set the mincer up,
to turn them into bulk fishcake
His neighbours he called in to sup,
and of Aunt Annie's catch partake.
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All the neighbours, sad to say,
from eating Arthur's dish
Expired in pain the next three days,
this wasn't Arthur's wish

His innocence we must declaim,
The poisonous fish mashes,
Was stern revenge beyond the grave,
through Great Aunt Annie's Ashes
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It is in fishing as in life
Best not to go too early
And if you’re taking out a wife
Best not to over-berley

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from Light Duties, released September 22, 2020
Words & Music Copyright © 2020 TJ Fatchen & Andrew Male
All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS

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Flying Tadpole Adelaide, Australia

The cutting satire, cruel humor, blue angst and general mayhem of the dark alter ego of Tim Fatchen. And the alter ego's alter egos. And occasional or persistent collaborators, including strange shack dwellers from Wallaroo in the most recent release.

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