Two hundred years ago, well, give or take a bit,
A pool was fashioned in the rock near us, and this is it.
It's called the Bogey Hole and it's a favourite spot
For swimmers to enjoy themselves, when the weather's hot.
But, of course, time takes its toll on things and the steps are wearing thin;
They're slippery and it's quite a feat to climb up or climb in.
Not only that but the seas are rough, the waves are ever churning,
And rogue waves tend to crash and boil, catching swimmers in their turning.
Of course, it's dangerous! That's clear! Daredevils like it so!
When young men want to prove themselves that's where they like to go.
Now the Council wants to close it; 'Too Dangerous' they say,
And many folk are up in arms crying 'Don't take it away!'
And so, dear readers, I ask you; what would you decide?
Should the Bogey Hole be closed and the dare-devils denied?
Life's precious, yes, of course it is, but it also seems to me
That it's up to the individual to take responsibility.
We molly-coddle folk today, they don't take the hard knocks,
Though generations long before braved the wild waves and the rocks.
I'd never dare go near the place, not even in my youth,
I was an arrant coward! I still am, and that's the truth.
Councils, and others such as they, demand too much control.
I ask you, readers, yet again....should they close the Bogey Hole?
The convict history of the Bogey Hole here: