Thursday, March 23, 2006

THE EGGMAN AND THE WALRUS

the sun beat down hot that day
on the Eggman and the Walrus
so ventured they out to play
the Eggman and the Walrus
.
they spied the ruins of the Coda Pool
hid beneath Old Winter's leaves
water deep and blue and cool
the Eggman doffed his sleeves
.
into the Pool the Walrus waded
ice water bit his feet
his visions of bathing swiftly faded
and he beat a quick retreat
.
But the Eggman was within his shell
and feeling world-bold
and from his smile one could tell
that he would not mind the cold
.
The Eggman toured the water's shore
splashing around the rim
the Walrus sighed, he knew the score
the Eggman would wish to swim
.
the Walrus blew through his moustache
he tightly grit his teeth
hitting the water with a generous splash
he disappeared beneath
.
the water was like the Artic Sea
the cold snapped open his eyes
he bellowed a submariene "IIEEEEE!!"
felt his flesh crystalize
.
he shot to the surface, gasping air
he felt his lips turn blue
he almost levitated right out of there
but the Eggman held him true
.
the Eggman came forth from his shell
looked into Walrus eyes
he jumped and bid the shore farewell
and recieved a cold surprise
.
the shock rendered the Eggman dumb
cold tore his breath away
as his body began to numb
he gave a cry of "yaaaaay!"
.
the water fit them like a second skin
round the Coda Pool did they gyre
until gloaming fell and they went within
to warm themselves beside the fire
.
and so goes the tale of how the day was won
by the Eggman and the Walrus
'till both asleep fell, Father and Son
the Eggman and the Walrus

1 comment:

Jenny Jenny Flannery said...

This is a nice moment. I think that's what I like best about poetry: the captured moments. It suits my short attention span.