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Epilogue To Walrus and Carpenter

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4:forty 4 in the a.m. scene
   and I had been awakened by 
          the strangest of dreams:

     of an overdressed Lion,
                                          and Gator
And tales
                    of their peculiar golfcart

                    that was actually

two young whales,


  who would swim them around
  from each island and towne

while they both gorged upon snails...


Now, this twosome 
                            (I'm told)
did become very bold. 
  as they chided and ordered
                            these blowholes...

and while missing the goal
  (on each green, and each shoal)

would dig the sweet clams
  of each sand trap...

and then they'd partake
(with some lemon, and cake)

   leaving a trail of dead
                                shells by the golf map,


Said the Lion to He
                               that was all scale E:
                           "It's your shot, cause I'm closer 
                                                                       to Home"
                               so the Gator
                                                        (It's said)
                                    did square up his head
                             And swung 
                             while on his cell phone

                              to a blabbering Yak
                                     who had stopped 
                                            for a snack

                               of a thick shake
                                      and Cheesey
                                                   Big Mac...

Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006

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