The Fuddle-Beast
The moon was a sliver
Of bounteous silver
The night that the fuddle-beast died
The stars they did shimmer
With their tranquil glimmer
They left him with no place to hide
He ran past the clam tree
And crawled through the fuzz-weeds
Turning their blue leaves aside
The hunters were coming
He heard their guns gunning
They wanted his beautiful hide
Oh, how he did hate them
And tried to escape them
He tried and he tried and he tried
But he could not run fast
His pace was soon surpassed
He could not match the hunters’ stride
So under the moon’s light
He hid out of their sight
A rabbit hole hid him inside
He sat still and listened
The moon above glistened
Waiting for the hunt to subside
He heard their jeep parking
Their savage dogs barking
The rattle of guns at their sides
The moon in the night sky
Had risen far too high
He knew he’d no time left to bide
The dogs, they were growling
While hunters were prowling
As they waited for him outside
He knew he was done for
Knew what they had guns for
So fuddle-beast broke down and cried
The dogs tried to get him
But they could not fit in
The rabbit hole wasn’t that wide
They waited for sun-up
Before his time was up
Their patience did swell them with pride
The morning sky burned red
With hideous bloodshed
The day that the fuddle-beast died
May 17th, 2006 at 7:55 am
this is cool, it’s like dr. seuss forgot his prozac one day
May 18th, 2006 at 10:13 am
That was pretty much what I was aiming for, a darker version of something Dr. Seuss would come out with – read “Where The Wild Things Are” for another spin on the idea.
July 24th, 2006 at 4:57 pm
What a riot what a scam
For I thought I had figured
The Fuddle-beast was a man,
Well I guess I am jiggered
I thought that the hunters might be cthuloid beasts
Out for a try at some grim midnight feasts
I guess I’m mistaken
I guess I’m a dope
Oh no, now the hunter’s have come with a rope…..
July 25th, 2006 at 5:35 pm
Best comment ever!