Dolphy of the Coasts

Just when we thought the greensward full 

Lasty was called downsea to ships, 

to train green Dolphy for the coming dives. 

That fellow had  need of a man to hone the bill,

bounce the dolphin ball to

whistle and tweet. 

Back and forth he goes, a beauty to behold.

In the pattern of the world dust

where red lion and dolphin lay to rest 

before they leap, or tucked fins in at sea,

the further out they crept

on walls and floors inset with jewels 

was available for song.

 Lasty last conversed the dolls 

who said mama, mama end to end,

when boy doll Nick, who also said

and drink in the midst of three grown athletes
jumped sofa to table to chair, lept floors 

then hid in momma's arms.

He cried "mama, mama" when it came time 

for shots or when zookeepers put on his clothes

like chicken feathers on a cow. 

Lasty's dolphins were black and blue

they worked so hard to get to that. 

Would the marine layer clear?