Curled up by the glowing embers, watching Bond with Roger Moore.
Thought I heard a kind of glabbling, then again a blobbling, blabbling,
Glubbling, plobbling, blubbling, globbling just outside my kitchen door.
"Carol singers, hmph" I muttered, "glabbling at my kitchen door.
Let's get back to Roger Moore."
Dashing from my cosy lounge I hurled aside the kitchen door.
In the gloomy, misty, murky blackness I perceived a turkey
Perched upon a garden gnome and staring at my kitchen door.
"Tell me what on earth they call you Mr.
Quoth the
"Thought I heard my uncle Roger, maybe you could use a lodger,
I don't really mean to badger, I could kip down on the floor"
So I answered, "Tell me Neville, Are you really on the level?
Not a prophet from the devil?, just a bird and nothing more?"
Neville answered " I’m a turkey, nothing less and nothing more!
And besides, my feet are sore.”
“'Tis with fear and great alarm, that I have fled the turkey farm
Sensed a great impending harm; couldn’t linger any more.
They’ve bought themselves a cockatoo; We were at risk from Asian ‘flu
So my friend I’ve come to you, glabbling at your kitchen door.”
Thus spake Neville at my door. All the while my mind’s eye saw
Steaming thick brown gravy pour.
Pondering my good fortune, I told him I would find some room,
"I can put you up at least until December twenty four"
I began to contemplate, the means to help him to his fate
Perhaps the axe or strangulation, but it shook me to the core.
Haunted by the thought of Neville dead upon my kitchen floor
All around me blood and gore.
Bizarrely I grew to love him, couldn't shove him in the oven
I chastise him if he glabbles and he wakes me if I snore.
Now we're like birds of a feather, watching Bond movies together,
And you'll find we hardly ever mention Christmas any more.
Now I crave dead meat no longer, I've become a vegan bore.
Me and
A plague of Ushers on yer! And three roses! Seriously, this is very good. Can you do something that is simply darkness, without the humour?
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Dave, are you a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or is it just a coincidence that The Raven was recently featured on Wikipedia, just out of curiosity? I seem to to have got into some sort of debate with someone over Poe because he married his 13 year old cousin. Amazingly, not only was this probably not illegal back then, but, under certain conditions, it's not illegal today. I wonder if you knew a bit more about him and/or is work.
ReplyDeleteI actually wrote this over a year ago but I thought that now is a good time to post it. (It is also on the visitors page of monologues.co.uk) I'm not a particular fan of Poe - I just like the rhythm of the Raven although it goes on a bit. I read The American Boy recently in which one of the characters was a young Poe before he went to America. I like to imagine Vincent Price reading the poem. I wish I could do that voice.
ReplyDeleteFabulous as always,usual dark humour throughout. Still a huge fan!!!
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