Today's guest scribe is the awesome and angry Bill the Butcher, whose self-titled blog is a wondrous blend of political activism, insightful fables, and whimsical poetry. Bill himself is among the smartest people I know, and it's really unfair that he lives all the way on the other side of the world because we could probably get into some epic shouting matches. You should check out his writing, but only if you want to think.
Bill generously offered this little ditty for publication. I don't how he knew that I'm a sucker for Learesque wordplay. Probably because I'm shallow and easy to see through, whatever. But I do love, love, love this bit of verse, and I hope you do, too.
A ROMANTIC LITTLE STORY
Cthulhu and Mothra fell in love
And were happy as can be
They met each other in a cave
In hills over the Blongdingnian Sea.
They were married in Sunken R'lyeh
By Mr Spock in a civil ceremony
Godzilla and King Kong were the guests
And the FSM was served with tea.
Cthulhu and his blushing bride went away
Honeymooning in the Sands of Dune
Evenings they listened to the Wolfman
Howling songs a little out of tune.
Cthulhu and Mothra made a home together
On the Edge of the Cliff of Doom
And they kissed and ate crottled greeps
By the light of the moon.
Yes they kissed and ate crottled greeps
By the light of the moon.
*happy sigh*
Happily accepting your submissions. Get on it.
You do realise that you've let yourself in for more parodies, rip offs and general silliness from me?
ReplyDeleteOh, and thanks for all the praise, by the way :D Made my morning.