Win Thee A Duchy

CLERK tallies cargo, regrets it as prosaic.
WATER off the wharf glints and beckons, to a place
RARER than here, nobler by its mystery, place where a
DUCHY, not dinner, might be won by enterprise.

An Odd Fish

COWER in kitchen till last moment, forced to serve calamity:
TURBO, misspelled fish adrift on chef’s menu. Shaking proffer to
DUCHY’s puffed up Duke, grown splenetic, long time since famous
PARKA worn in expedition, when he worked for the attention sought.