The fibs

He told as truth

Published as a tale of Paradise found

Climbing over ridges to escape 

The penalty of jumping ship

Was there a penalty for leaving?

He was warned 

Don't go there 

They're cannibals

They'll eat you

But he headed directly there

I guess thinking none would follow

He found them 

Or they him

And treated him as royalty

Young women bathed him

And fed him 

Fruit and fowl

Fish and taro

He lied and said he spent months 

Amongst them

Maybe it was a week and a half

Thirty years later Stevenson went

To see these people

But they were gone 

Empty

Just the large flat stones 

Their homes had been perched on