Operation
OPERATION
Now listen to the tale I tell
of little Lucinda;
by night and day she did rebel
against Nurse Philippa, -
she lost weight, wailed, remained unwell,
which worried her Mamma.
In order all her fears to quell
we called a minicar,
and hurried to the hospital,
which wasn’t very far.
The doctors wanted to dispel
the doubts our brows did bar.
But having heard her heartbeat swell,
they sent a camera
to photograph each tiny cell,
at which they said: “Ah, Ah!
we’ll have to operate as well,
there will be one long scar.”
We feared she’d ne’er again get well
after the theatre, -
her pulse rate rose, her blood count fell,
fresh blood was her nectar.
But now, as sound as any bell,
Lucinda is a star!
21 June 1975
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Little Lucinda
LITTLE LUCINDA
Little Lucinda came to tea,
she wasn’t asked by you or me,
but when she left it seemed that she
and sunlight would for ever be
linked henceforth to eternity.
4 May 1975
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lucinda
We met one summer evening
As the sun was going down
She was lying on the beach
In her graduation gown
She was wrapped up in a blanket
(I could tell she knew her way around)
And as I lay down beside her
You know she never made a sound
On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man
Scoopin up the papers and flattening down the sand
Lucinda, lucinda, lucinda - weve got to run away
That big white truck is closin in
And well get wounded if we stay
Now lucinda lies buried neath the california sand
Put under by the beach-cleaning man
Lucinda, lucinda, lucinda - whyd you have to go?
They sent her to high school
They sent her to low school
She just wouldnt go further
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Can You Hear Me Lucinda?
I am yelling Lucinda...
Asking you to open up your ears--
For you have been deaf far too long--
For way too many years;
Theres so much that you've missed out on...
With those ears that have been closed...
Can you hear me Lucinda?
All of the rhyme, the reason, the prose? ;
And what of your eyes Lucinda?
How long are you going to just keep looking away?
The truth is staring you in the face, Lucinda...
All of the horrid of yesterday! ;
Is it all just too heart wrenching?
Too much for your broken heart to face?
Can you hear me now Lucinda?
Beyond all of the ruffles, trifles and the frilly lace? ;
Beyond all of their false praise?
Beyond all of your friends who only pretend?
Beyond all of the reality that you face this day?
Beyond all of your real enemies eventual end? ;
Can you hear me now, Lucinda?
Are your ears opened up wide?
Are your eyes finally focusing, Lucinda?
There is no reason for you to hide! ;
For it was always them, Lucinda...!
It was always their plans and their schemes...! ! !
Counterfeit souls with greedy greenback goals...! ! !
Who shattered all of your dreams! ;
I know its all too painful...
But face them you must-my dear!
Its time for your eyes to see them and their reality...!
And its time for your ears to fully hear! ;
June 2,2010
The Essence
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Silver Moon
The silver moon is up, the sterling silver down,
Lucinda comes down to sup, in elegant evening gown.
Without, in starlit darkness, dreaming is the town,
within, the beams of happiness are streaming from her crown.
Golden chestnut tresses, soft eyes of honey brown,
my prayer's that ne'er her features fair should frame care, wear, wear frown.
Should sorrows wear or grieve her, then groundless life would sound.
Lucinda is dressing for dinner in gossamer evening gown.
(23 March 1975)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Duet
Milestone:
All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Hippy:
What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Both:
Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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No Mean City
Stopped in fright at a traffic light
Red eyes staring me out
Strange feelings comin' down tonight
Can't quite figure it out
Fit your alibi before your crime
No need in serving no time
Case you scam, or you'll get rammed
Stretched out on that line
Hangin' out at a shooting site
Cold turkey calling a tune
All the answers coming late tonight
Try to look like you're immune
In your eyes you can feel the heat
But the feelings outa touch
You're working on just a holding on
You're hurtin' oh so much
Feel the city heartbeat, feel the pulse in the streets
Can you feel the city heartbeat, can you feel the pulse in the streets
Can you feel your own heartbeat
Can you feel your blood begin to heat?
Call off your dogs 'cause i am no fox
Turn off your white light
My alibi is rock tight
Your night stick, cheap trick is pullin' me in
Your monkey suit, stage fright, black and white blue suit, law suit
Is wearin', mighty thin
Feel the city heartbeat, feel the pulse in the streets
Can you feel the city heartbeat, can you feel the pulse in the streets
Can you feel your own heartbeat
Can you feel your blood begin to heat?
Borstal boy laughing at justice now he's a star
And the perfume he wore lingers on the king's road
Like a whore
Legs wrapped around a plastic stool
He's making more in one day
Than you've had.......hot, hot dinners
Call out your legions, the savior is loose
Telling true stories you know that ain't no use
Your empire is burning you can feel the smell
Your hot rod , space pod, tax relief, kill machine
Is looking mean
And should be working well
Feel the city heartbeat, feel the pulse in the streets
Can you feel your own heartbeat
Can you feel the pulse in the streets
Can you feel your own heartbeat
Can you feel your blood begin to heat?
(mccafferty, charlton, cleminson, agnew, sweet)
Copyright 1978 nazsongs/panache music ltd.
International copyright secured. all rights reserved.
1979 a&m records, inc.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Sweet Old World
(lucinda williams)
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someones ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didnt you think you were worth anything
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your hearts drum together with another one
Didnt you think anyone loved you
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Heart Beat
the heartbeat is the snare
and the drum beat within the flare
it is percussioned on the strings
of the sensory nerves, sometimes it rings
like a bell
to tell
the actor when the body cell
and muscles rebel
against a situation
the heartbeat is the music
that diffuses from within
correlatively, the heart
elevates the tempo of the music
thus, the heartbeat propels the music of the soul
condenses the rhythm and maintains the tempo
when confronted by fright
the heart becomes the stimuli
to which we respond to fright
faster like lightning; the heartbeat
such vibrations and continuous music
is the rave, reggae if not the rock n' roll of the heart
be it a dream that frightens or conscious
be it at funeral or night crawling
be it the 'karma sutra' or 'my cousin vinny'
be it at election polls or graduation ceremonies
be it wherever, howsoever
the heartbeat flexibly responds
but when we soulfully relaxed
the music from the heart
beats and can be heard as if from afar
the beat can even not be felt in dakar
nor can it be in the car
but within the possessor of thy heart
such is the heartbeat
the one complex music genre.
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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I usually have an idea of how I want a song to sound, but I don't always know how to get there.
quote by Lucinda Williams
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Deeper Well
(dave ohey/daniel lanois/emmylou harris)
The sun burned hot, it burned my eyes
Burned so hot I thought Id died
Thought Id died and gone to hell
Lookin for the water from a deeper well
I went to the river but the river was dry
I fell to my knees an I looked to the sky
I looked to the sky and the spring rain fell
I saw the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
I was ready for love I was ready for the money
Ready for the blood and ready for the honey
Ready for the winnin, ready for the bell
Lookin for the water from a deeper well
I found some love and I found some money
Found that blood would drip from the honey
Found I had a thirst that I could not quell
Lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well I did it for kicks and I did it for faith
I did it for lust and I did it for hate
I did it for need and I did it for love
Addiction stayed on tight like a glove
So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
And the three of us were a terrible sight
Nipple to the bottle to the gun to the cell
To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
I shook those walls and I rattled that gage
I took my trouble down a deadend trail
Reachin out a hand for a holier grail
Hey there mama did you carry that load
Did you tell your baby bout the bend in the road
bout the rebel yell bout the one that fell
Lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Blood Lust
I found out by the purest accident
that I like the taste of blood.
I felt ashamed to tell anyone,
but denying it would do no good.
I bought meat from the butchers
and extracted what I could,
but the taste failed to satisfy,
which left me craving human blood.
I broke into the Transfusion Service
and drank all that I stole.
It wasn’t long before I was arrested
and found guilty of having no soul.
They placed me in a mental hospital
and tried to cure my thirst,
but the substitute blood they gave me
only made my craving worse.
Daylight began to hurt my eyes,
my incisors grew sharp and long.
I could see clearly in the darkness
but I yearned blood upon my tongue.
My cell mate became lifeless and frail,
because he enjoyed giving his blood.
Other prisoners willingly contributed,
the staff and guards also tasted good.
In the short time that I’ve been here
I’ve become a much healthier man.
Every person here must take the credit
for helping me become what I am.
Even though they won’t release me
they consider that I am cured.
I’m being transferred to an open prison
where new friends are assured.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I have such a great band. We had played all this material on the road. I just wanted to let it fly.
quote by Lucinda Williams
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The Ambulance that Got Away
When Grandpa suffered a turn, we
Called the ambulance, right away,
They strapped him onto a gurney
So he couldn't sit up, or sway,
‘We'll see you up at the hospital, '
We cried, as we waved him well,
The ambulance went with bells and lights
Like a demon bound for hell!
Grandma wasn't at home, we
Had to phone her on the cell,
She couldn't come back just then, she said
She was having a fainting spell,
So we waited until he was settled in
Then drove in a convoy down,
To the hospital at Ullarook,
Just fifty miles from town.
The nurse at the desk said: ‘No-one here
By the name of Alfred Groom,
We only have private patients here,
We bed them, one to a room,
If he hasn't got private cover, then
You'll have to look elsewhere,
Maybe the ambulance took him off
To the hospital at Bulnare.'
We phoned the hospital at Bulnare:
‘He hasn't been seen round here,
There was an ambulance, come to think,
But he left with a flea in his ear!
We don't take patients from out of town
There's few enough beds for us,
He's probably over at Gundacoot,
They run their own private bus.'
We drove ten miles to Gundacoot,
An ambulance sat in the drive,
We thought, ‘Thank God, he must be here!
Let's hope that he's still alive! '
We all raced in through the sliding doors
And crowded around the Nurse:
‘Who? Alfred Groom, in a private room?
Not here! ' We left with a curse!
We split up the convoy into two,
I drove to the nearest town,
A middling place called Jerribee
With a hospital, quite run down,
‘The government cut our funding, '
Said the Nurse in the parking bay,
‘We shut down twenty beds last week,
Your Dad isn't here today.'
My son had travelled the other way
To Inkermine on the coast,
The hospital there had a hundred beds
The locals were wont to boast,
‘He's isn't here, but the ambulance
Was spotted on leaving town, '
My son had sighed on his endless ride
When he called on the mobile phone.
That night when Grandma got her breath
She went to the ambulance place,
She battered him with her umbrella
Knocking his glasses clean off his face:
‘Where did you take him, tell me now
Or I'll have to call the police!
What? Are your ears painted on! '
‘We took him to Bungaleese! '
The only place that would take him was
The Medical Clinic there,
It isn't even a hospital
And you sit on a leather chair,
When we finally got to Bungaleese
Grandpa could barely talk,
We said, ‘We'll get you an ambulance! '
‘No thanks, ' he growled, ‘I'll walk! '
29 August 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
quote by Lucinda Franks
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Heartbeat City
Oh heartbeat city
Here we come
And happy days
Count on thumbs
And nothin really
Gets us down
As long as jackis
Back in town=85hmm
Im glad you made it
I cant complain
Oh jacki (echo)
What took you so long
On just a holiday
Oh jacki (echo)
What took you so long
I thought you knew the way
(heartbeat city)
The noise electric
Never stops
And all you need
Is what you got
And theres a place
For everyone
Under heartbeat citys
Golden sun
(jacki)
Oh jacki
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
On just a holiday
Oh jacki (echo)
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
(so long)
I thought you knew the way
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
You know? (unintelligible)
Im glad you made it
I cant complain
I missed you so badly
When you jumped that train
(jacki)
Oh jacki
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
On just a holiday
Oh jacki (echo)
(what took you so long)
What took you so long
(so long)
(thought you knew the way)
I thought you blew away
(heartbeat city)
Oh heartbeat city
Lights at night
(heartbeat city)
Keeps getting closer
Out of sight
(heartbeat city)
Heartbeat citys
On the loose
(heartbeat city)
Better catch
The blue caboose
Oh, huh, heartbeat city
Its my life, uh
(heartbeat city)
(heartbeat city)
(heartbeat city)
song performed by by Cars
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Deadly Disease
With only so many cocktails
To a disease that eats at your arteries
Keep it down but never kill it
Each cure will only keep it decolonized it for so long
Then it to the next
I'm speaking of something similar to mrsa
The only difference is it is contained in the blood
No contagion risk.
Mysterious is such a bacteria
So rare that that CDC is called in to investigate
What caused this?
Was it the hospital or nursing home
Can you sue, and should you
All very good questions
But the man says no, and continues on with his life
He could live for another 20 years
The doctors just don't know
It's one of those make the best of whatever you got left.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Michael Caine
Well get ya ya ya
Well get ya ya ya
(I am michael caine)
La la la la la la la la
Hes walking where Im afraid I dont know
I see the firemen jumping from the windows
Theres panic and I hear somebody scream
He picks up useless paper and puts it in my pocket
Im trying very hard to keep my fingers clean
I cant remember tell me whats his name
(my name is michael caine)
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
The sun is laughing its another broken morning
I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him
He didnt seem to hear just turned away
The quiet fellow follows
And points his finger straight at you
He had to sacrifice his pride, yes
And throw it all away
(I am micheal caine)
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
His days are numbered he walks round and round in circles
There is no place he can ever call his own
He seems to jump at the sound of the phone
Staring out the window theres nothing he can now do
All he wanted was to remain sane
He cant remer hisemb own name
(my name is michael caine)
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
All I wanted was a word or photograph
All I wanted was a word or photograph to keep
song performed by by Madness
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Androcles and the Lion
ANDROCLES AND THE LION
Every verse acts as shell for fair moral, a skel -
eton which we expand when councilling,
wanton worries dispel, (we can scan well and spell) ,
through transcendent end line linking illing!
Lordly lion’s large jaws are unused, like his paws,
'til his lady striped zebra’s sent spilling,
then he rages and roars, rips raw prey with sharp claws,
but it's mostly to show flesh is willing.
In the main, mighty mane and earthshaking refrain
give the lie - ‘spite his timbre so thrilling,
for with pride by his side he can set pride aside,
letting others continue the killing.
Every night by lush well loud flush larynx will swell,
while at jungle rill thirstily swilling,
yet all know very well ‘tis to show lioncel
how to act, an example instilling.
One should prowl nightly, bell, howl with high decibel,
or else growl, which is simply spine-chilling,
while by day to keep well one should sleep for a spell,
as hot tropical sun is too grilling.
So we feel all should find feline father is kind,
especially when cubs are a-milling,
though stay out of the sight of his mate or she might
take a fancy to you for her filling!
There’s a story some tell, (here in verse we excel) ,
truth from falsehood intent on distilling,
of a slave, Androcel, and a snell lioncel,
those retracting the facts are cavilling.
Yellow leo once dwelt in a duned desert dell,
often hunted from den to treed hilling,
till with bellowing yell on sharp ratchel once fell,
deep wound sent harp tuned voice a-shrilling!
From fore-pad Androcel pulled sore spill, soothing swell,
using prehistoric penicillin,
feral fears swiftly quelled, they as friends said farewell,
thus Destiny’s wishes fulfilling!
Between Mount El Carmel and the vill of Bethel,
where years later his travels were willing,
on his way it befell footpads armed with cudgel
ambushed him in the midst of their pilling!
In the old citadel, powerless to rebel,
he was sold as a slave for a shilling,
vain resistance to quell, for free, bold, chains repel,
impelled him into ‘ring’ for a grilling.
He was cramped in damp cell near ramped ‘rena roundel,
where dread carnivores daily were drilling,
there rough romans compelled him, ret, short-sword as well -
hope he'd no intention of stilling!
When it came to his turn he was thankful to learn
that the beast there that held the star billing
was the one once infirm, thus thereafter he'd earn
laurel leaves from the Praetor, Virgilling!
Androcles' doubts dispelled, death decree soon refelled
on papyrus scribe skillfully quilling,
cancelling tocsin knell, toxin soujourn in hell,
echoed sounds of carousing, refilling.
People praised the marvel - ‘twas before chimed church bell -
or they’d soon have been cheerf’lly carilling,
everyone would revel with sweet simnel, sardele,
to timbrel’s touch gaily quadrilling.
Here apt moral we rend, which from start until end,
in its heart says all men should be willing
to be civil to friend, mend each ill, make amend,
then existence will be just idylling!
1 January 1978 revised 12 December 2010
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Androcles and the Lion
Every verse is a shell for a moral, a skel -
eton which we expand when councilling,
wanton worries dispel (we can scan well, and spell) -
though forgive all the elling and illing!
Lordly lion’s large jaws are unused, like his paws,
til his lady striped zebra’s sent spilling,
then he rages and roars, rips the prey with sharp claws, -
but its mostly to show he is willing!
In the main, though, his mane and his booming refrain,
give the lie - ‘spite his timbre so thrilling,
for with pride by his side he can set pride aside,
and let others get on with the killing!
Every night at the well loud his larynx will swell,
while at jungle rill thirstily swilling,
yet you know very well ‘tis to show lioncel
how to act, an example instilling.
One should prowl nightly, bell howl with high decibel,
or else growl, which is simply spine-chilling,
while by day to keep well one should sleep for a spell,
as the tropical sun is too grilling!
So I feel you will find feline father is kind,
especially when cubs are a-milling,
though stay out of the sight of his mate or she might
take a fancy to you for her filling!
There’s a story some tell, (here in verse we excel) ,
truth from falsehood intent on distilling,
of a slave, Androcel, and a snell lioncel,
if you question my facts, you’re cavilling!
Yellow leo did dwell in a duned desert dell,
often went from his den to the hilling,
‘till with bellowing yell on a ratchel once fell,
and the wound sent his tuned voice a-shrilling!
From his pad Androcel pulled the spill, soothed the swell,
using prehistoric penicillin,
feral fears did he quell, they as friends said farewell,
thus destiny’s wishes fulfilling!
Between Mount El Carmel and the vill of Bethel,
where years later his travels were willing,
on his way it befell footpads armed with cudgel
ambushed him in the midst of their pilling!
In the old citadel, powerless to rebel,
he was sold as a slave for a shilling,
vain resistance to quell, - for free, bold, chains repel, -
impelled him to the ‘ring ’ for a grilling.
He was cramped in damp cell near ramped ‘rena roundel,
where the carnivores daily were drilling,
there did roman compel him, ret, short-sword as well, -
though hope he’d no intention of stilling!
When it came to his turn he was thankful to learn
that the beast there that held the star billing
was the one once infirm, and thereafter did earn
laurel leaves from the Praetor, Virgilling!
He his doubts did dispel, death decree did refel,
on papyrus scribe skillfully quilling,
so instead of a knell, and a journey to hell,
rose the sounds of carousing, refilling.
People praise the marvel, - ‘twas before chimed church bell -
or they’d soon have been cheerf’lly carilling,
every one did revel with sweet simnel, sardele,
to timbrel’s touch gaily quadrilling.
Here the moral we rend, which from start until end,
in its heart says all men should be willing
to be civil to friend, mend his smart, make amend,
then existence will be just idylling!
poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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