Epilogue To Walrus and Carpenter
I
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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