MAR 10, a brief saga (Carolina lowcountry): Walrus and Carpenter (South Carolina version)

ORIGINAL POEM/STORY: "The Walrus and the Carpenter" is a poem recited by Tweedledum and Tweedledee to Alice in chapter 4 of Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll, published in 1871.

POETRY-LYRICS: The third verse of the satire was originally composed as a limerick based roughly on the Lewis Carroll poem and submitted to OEDILF.com, an online humour dictionary-under-development by Giorgio Coniglio in 2018. Giorgio subsequently expanded the poem to the current 6 verses.

PARODY-SONGLINK: These verses were originally conceived as poetic lyrics. However, they can, like almost all limericks, be easily sung using  certain well-known tunes; in this case, Carole King's "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?".  

Click HERE to access ukulele and guitar chord-charts to help you accompany the song ("Walrus and Carpenter", lowcountry version) on your favorite instrument.

But, if you are interested only in the lyrics, continue with the presentation that follows ...  

first stanza:/ The sun in October shone brightly/ On the beach and the marsh, day and nightly,/ When the Carpenter said,/ “Foul our oyster-friends’ bed?”/ Sobbed the Walrus, “That wouldn’t be rightly.

second stanza:/ “Great environment! What could be finer/ Than the pluff mud of South Carolina?/ For you oysters, I mean,”/ (Spoke with appetite keen)./ “See you later at Bill’s Seafood Diner.”

third stanza:/ “They disgust almost all girls and boysters./ Jews must shun them, I trust, but not goysters./ Coastal feast I love most/ Is that Lowcountry Roast/ Where they shovel up clusters of oysters.”

fourth stanza:/ “What to think of this vista of pluff mud?/ If you stand there, you’ll sink, it’s not tough mud./ Seven maids, seven mops — / They would clearly be flops/ Scrubbing oil. We’d be left with just scruff mud.”

fifth stanza:/ The Carpenter claimed, “I’m unwilling/ To condone any offshore oil drilling./ If my home were the marsh/ You can bet I would be harsh/ Over every small dro[let they’re spilling.”

sixth stanza:/ The sun in December shone brightly/ All still feared eco-hazards unslightly,/ When the Carpenter pled,/ “Don’t foul friends’ oyster-bed.”/ Sobbed the Walrus, “That wouldn’t be rightly.”

For the purpose of this blog, a 'brief saga' is defined as a poem, usually narrative, but occasionally expository, that tell its story in at least 15 lines. Most commonly, the format involves three or more stanzas in limerick form. Your blogging team has been presenting these concoctions at the rate of one per month, mixed in with shorter poems, wordplay and other general offerings.  

  

To access the next 'brief saga' on this blog (April 2020), proceed to 'Claire's Celerity' (miscellaneous wordplay).

To access the most recent previous 'brief saga' (February 2020), back up to 'Palmetto Trees'.  

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