An Oyster's Revenge

The Sun was acting rather strange With the Moon and Stars concerned. As it was not content to share the sky... And not prepared to wait its turn. So the sea was simmering and boiling hot Without the night's return. But the Moon and Stars were patient And before long they had their way. The Sun grew tired and fell asleep And so missed the next three days. The night became crisp and cool With the Moon and Stars at play. The Heavens may have their troubles But the sea was smooth and calm. With such appearances quite deceiving As there was cause for some alarm. There was trouble at the seashore... There was something going on. A Walrus and a Carpenter had earlier Approached the oyster-bed Where they offered up a scrumptious treat And the Oyster children lost their silly heads. So they followed the Walrus and Carpenter Leaving the eldest Oyster... all hoping to be fed. The eldest Oyster watched with baited breath As they disappeared from sight. He had doubts about the Walrus and Carpenter With their deportment not quite right. When from a distance... he heard the Walrus yell, "Come my little Oysters, you dine with us tonight." In time the eldest Oyster looked around And became perplexed at what he saw. Thinking the little Oyster children Could not have trotted far. "I wonder where they've gotten to? I wonder where they are?" The time was getting very late With the Oyster overcome with dread. "They have never been gone so long," As he shook his worried head. So against his better judgement... He left the oyster-bed. He made his way as best he could Following the tracks they left behind. He muttered in a way to ease his stress, "I'm sure they're all just fine." But just in case they've lost their way, It is good I make the time." Now the sand was cool and pleasant With the Moon to shine its light. And the eldest Oyster was ever hopeful, He would find them in the night. Where they would all enjoy a hearty laugh At his overreaction to their plight. He followed their tracks to a craggy rock Where as clear as he could tell. There seemed to be a bit of unpleasantness And they had waited there a spell. When he looked behind the rock and saw Two dozen empty oyster shells. He remembered the Walrus and the Carpenter Had promised them a treat. They had lured the poor young Oysters To their demise and sad defeat. The eldest Oyster yelled in a fit of rage, "Tonight... I dine on Walrus meat!" Now when you think of an avenging Oyster, This may not fill your heart with dread. So I can attest to their many atrocities But such things are better left unsaid. Suffice to say... the Walrus and Carpenter Had eaten their last loaf of buttered bread. He followed the sand to the edge of town And entered a saloon between two trees. The eldest Oyster looked towards the bar And saw the Man he hoped to see. He moseyed over and said to the Carpenter, "Hey oyster breath... do you remember me?" The Carpenter slowly turned and smiled, "I know you are beside yourself with grief. What we did was wholly unforgivable So I will keep my comments brief. But before I allow you satisfaction," he smirked. "I have to pick a bit of oyster from my teeth." The Oyster was at the man in a blinding flash And the Carpenter's grin was wiped away. "When you woke up in the morning," said the Oyster. "Did you know this would be your final day?" The Carpenter slumped to the floor he did With nothing much to say. "Now where to find that pesky Walrus?" The eldest Oyster did beseech. "He may have left town to escape his fate And is now well beyond my reach. But more than likely," the Oyster thought. "I will find him at the beach." As sure as sure as sure as sure The Walrus was basking... waiting for the Sun. With not the least bit of remorse and sorrow For the vile thing that he had done. The eldest Oyster crept up close and said, "I'm sorry to put an end to all your fun." "Now just a moment," stammered the Walrus. "Before you do something you'll regret." He then pulled out his pocket-handkerchief And dabbed his forehead soaked in sweat. "I assure you I was filled with good intentions But I have a tendency to forget." The Walrus continued to blubber on and on How the Carpenter had led his soul astray. "But if you're kind enough to let me go, I've seen the error of my ways." The Oyster put his arms around the Walrus... Who would not see the light of day. "Revenge is a dirty business." thought the Oyster With his vendetta now complete. "There are no winners in the game of life." But the Walrus had provided him a treat. As the only time to leave one's oyster-bed, Is the chance to dine on Walrus meat. The End *I was never happy with the ending to the 'Walrus and the Carpenter' by Lewis Carroll. I though they should pay for their crime. *Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.