A re-post from a few years ago and included in my epic tome "Proper Poems by John Coopey: t'Finest Bloody Poet from Chapel Haddlesey Ever To Draw Breath". Always happy to improve on the works of inferior poets like Lewis Carroll.

 

“The Walrus and the Carpenter

Licked their lips so sweet

And pondered their good fortune

At that tasty mollusc treat;

Then idly stretched to doze awhile

Their appetite replete.

 

Their eyelids closed quite slowly

So heavily and limp;

They drifted into slumberland

So thereby failed to glimpse

The tippy-toe escaping of

An oyster with a shrimp.

 

They’d hidden from their captors gaze

And predatory view

By hiding underneath the shells

Of oysters in death’s queue

Though many might consider this

A shellfish thing to do.

 

But thus they had the final laugh,”

Says the story-teller

“The Walrus and the Carpenter’s

Pallor soon turned yellow

You see these tiny escapees

Were known as Sam and Ella”.