THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER
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”.