My journey 'cross the beach did try
the patience of my tortured eye,
my feet did blister. 'Fore me now
--I racked my brain to work out how--
were three stone doorways. Ah, dear whelp!
Now surely you'll receive some help!
Behind the first, to my chagrin,
no personages found therein,
but this strange vision--first a gust
of wind that whistled and did bust
a shelter, opposite the gale! [lee (guessed by Maturins_Daughter)]
I shut the door--my gut did ail.
The second door was no more aid,
Though had I my way, I'd have prayed
For someone, something else than this--
a scape of land so far from bliss
That all I saw within the gloom
Were fiber rope, and near: a loom. [lay (Yeah, I know, bad clue, sorry.... )]
I nearly didn't touch the third,
And by now could not speak a word.
Beyond this doorway was a plant
--explain how did it this, I can't--
which did the hustle! I took sick,
then slammed the doorway good and quick. [shill (better clue, but no one guessed it)]
And there collaps'd I on the sand,
the things I'd seen too far ungrand
for my poor cranium. But hold!
It came to me now, oh, how bold!
Approached the doors from the wrong end,
Had I! My clothes I sought to rend!
I'd had it backwards, fool was I!
I now wished I did never try
to solve this riddle, on my life!
For just beginning was my strife!
I wished my birth had never been!
A cudgel bashed my brain-pan in!
Answer: Shillelagh (SHILL-LAY-LEE) Guessed by Gaberax!