Message in a bottle 💕

When I came upon a mysterious message in a bottle, so of course I plunged headlong to rescue this in a frenzied, full throttle..

 Now it had obviously bobbed up and down amongst yon blue brine for ages. but my curiousity was killing me as I tried to turn this rusted lid in small stages

But the bottle itself wasn’t damaged and I could see, a scroll of paper inside of it that was beckoning me

Woohoo I had won this little battle, as I shook the contents with excitement and a rattle

So I sat down on the dry, silky sand, with this itriguing piece of paper rolled up in my right hand

I carefully unwinded it bit by bit and I yearned to reveal what somebody had writ

It was penned in English though the grammer wasn’t great, but I guessed it’s writer was a foreigner as I tried hard to concentrate

‘Helo I is Antonio’ ( ah Italion, I thought, as I did my best to decipher the rest that he’d wrote) Pas me a letter Antonios adres is belo-I canot wate to learnn wher my botle did go’

Well I carefully wrapped this note back into a scroll, and shoved it in gently through the bottle-neck hole

Then without any further ado with my find in my pocket I hurried on home, and I grabbed my pen and a piece of parchment and wrote Antonio my poem

“ Thank you Antonio., my name is Jill and I found your message in a bottle at God’s wishes and will

It had washed up on the shores of the Northumbrian coastline, all perfect and intact and amazingly fine