Pome.
The Rhyme of the Ancient Malingerer.
When I was a younger man,
(Before my three score year and ten.)
I went to sea with a Pachyderm.
Because.
I had.
Taken.
A Tern.
Instead of anyone, a someone else.
(A man I do believe was Welsh.)
A frabjul, dulcious place to be,
With Pachyderm upon the sea.
To sing, to dance - and once to chant!
Upon Sub-aqueous Ele-phant.
Keep your Whale!
(And your Dolphin)
Marlin
Trout
Wrass
(And Bluefin.)
No Unicorn or Griffin or Wyrm,
Can match my bobbing Pachyderm.
Upon an Island that we found
A Badger sold us half an ounce
Of Frantic Weevil Beetle Legs.
(We wore as crowns above our heads.)
A three masted schooner out of Ur
Offered Frankincense and Myrhh.
For just one hour of deep blue glee
With the pachyderm and me.
We Laughed
(haahohoheehee.)
Set our course for Brumbledee.
And met Marsupial by the score
They never thought of it a chore
To cook up piles of current buns.
To fill up hungry Ele-tums.
In Mumbly where the Tapir live,
I bought the Elephant a wig.
He wore it
Sun
And Rain
And hail.
(He lost it in a force ten gale.)
Now much later (I have returned).
I share the gist of what I learned.
And that gist, its not complex,
(This helps me keep it in my heads.)
Never, ever miss a Chance,
To swim out with an Ele-phant.