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February 12, 2017

‘…table for one sir?’

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 2:36 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the mild, misting, mysterious, magical, magnificent island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on a blustery Sunday afternoon, The Twelfth Day of February, 2017; awaiting yet another winter storm, with even higher wind gusts than the 75 mile an hour winds that complemented the lunar blizzard of this past Friday night…

Hold on to your hats!

It seems our dear friend William Montague III has sent another poem our way, his attempts to hack into Sea Cape Cod’s ‘heavily’ fortified and quite secured web site were unsuccessful, however, we thought it appropriate to share with the world just how lonely it is at the top… Is this not correct President ‘The Donald’ Trump? May you have a wonderful rest of your week end, keeping in mind that, say it with me, ‘at the end of the day’: LOVE conquers ALL and will always play!


A Valentine’s Day message; from a lonely plutocrat, who only wants to be loved?”

‘Tis I William Montague III!
Greetings from my penthouse in the sky!
Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching and all one can do is let out a sigh…

For the love humans hold in their collective heart,
has been successfully hijacked by a heartless “TV”;
not the mention the ever radiating ’smart’ phone and all that horrible, disastrous, distasteful art…

Like the Grinch who stole Christmas,
I loathe Valentine’s Day;
With all it’s chocolates, candles & bouquet…

Give me more money!
For that has always been,
the good ‘ole American way…

Stocks up, stocks down;
war begins and war fades,
never will I frown.

As the orders and cash,
pillars and trusts,
flow from the very top, all the way down to that whitest of trash.

And we know a trickle is just that,
an obscure and fraudulent economic theory, deep rooted in the masses consciousness;
ever drowning in it’s own FAT…

So I dine alone tonight, gazing high above the clouds at city and star light alike;
please don’t you fret for me though,
For even it be true it’s lonely at the top,
I will always have the power to win all fights, flushed with tons and tons of dough!”



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