... or, 'A Lot of Nonsense', composed in mania :>)))
This piece is a co-write: a friend of FT described a situation and FT rendered his words in verse form. We could explain the name 'Beakus' too, but it is pleasant to be mysterious at times.
Beakus Morality Tells IHow one Fishman behaveth badly and receiveth apt punishment
Now listen and learn of this lesson the first,
in Beakus Morality Tells,
that thou shalt become most upstanding well versed,
yea, goodly in cranial cells.
Perceiveth keen Beakus some want of fresh fish,
since mongers be not Cotswold way,
and so to provide splendid piscian dish,
Fishman cometh each Wednesday.
His wares hath no faults and so Beakus made glad,
yet Fishman behaveth quite rude,
he ringeth the doorbell as though he be mad,
in manner unspeakable crude.
Poor Beakus attempteth to shirk this assault,
in words ever kindly and wise,
but when Man oblivious be to his fault,
it profiteth not to chastise.
Come one afternoon Fishman tolleth too much,
hot rage reareth in Beakus' brain,
she snatcheth a swordfish from out of his clutch,
and slappeth his face to restrain.
How Fishman then spluttereth pardons anon,
so Beakus withdraweth her plaint,
alas! the reprover's role he then didst don,
and beateth till Beakus felt faint.
Yet sudden the swordfish returneth to life,
and wageth a terrible war,
on Fishman it wieldeth its proboscis knife,
with many a laugh and a roar.
Much flesh and blood flyeth till swordfish were done,
it punisheth hearty and well,
for fingers of Fishman, once ten, now were none,
and Moral, Ring gently the bell.
Poetry by Coo & Co
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Written on 2016-06-13 at 00:56
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