Hamster on the Isle of L'alamonde

 

 

   *Hamster on the Isle of L'alamonde


   

  *//It was early Autumn, and Hamster, fraught and /

   /thithered by the sounds and smells of the shellacked /

   /shotgun in the lilacless green, decided it was /

   /about time to leave the island of L'alamonde. /

   //

   /T'ad been a great summer but his lazy bones /

   /demanded more and different stimulation than /

   /he could find riding around in his pram of garlands. /

   /Yonder Buckingham beckoned through the frizzled stew! /

   //

   /Setting out into the water, loathe to get wet /

   /he used his frying pan hands to manglehandle /

   /the fractious maw, the crimson cranium with /

   /a firm set of his own cesium jaw. /

   //

   /Strictly, hardly, bedlam chewed at his /

   /inner bedposts and bedrails of exquisite tarnation /

   /fondling his well-studied, well-earned mawkish mewd. /

   /Hamster gill-rode his mount to far Buckingham beach. /

   //

   /In the lilac sands of that beach he built a great bonfire /

   /and offered up his mount for a most fantabulous barbeque /

   /inviting old friends and fractious competitors alike /

   /to tell his stories of prams, garlands and frizzled stew /

   //

   /Bedazzle them with tales of the many shellackings, /

   /tumbling shellackings he took and gave hither and thither /

   /so far from this Buckingham breakwater, chewing sharksteak, /

   as they strung sharktooth necklaces.

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  1. saslava3dMarch 28, 2021 at 9:57 AM

    this is a shark-steak chunk of whimsy that came to me several years ago when I found this turn-of-century woodcut illustration... who is this monkey riding on a shark, where is he going? what is he up to? and it was apparently the time of Lilac's greening up/or-not

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