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