Sunday, October 16, 2011

Puzzlements: Terms.

If I may be permitted to introduce

The Obscure Carnival Man

"But, We are the Great, the Amazing ...
Surely, you have heard of us?
The Twins are reknowned far and wide
As they look each exactly like ...
And --- and, this Wolf-... No, he is! ...
See his toes? And here's well-noted Side!"

His aim: my interest's raising.
The result: I long off to hike

"Surely, the strange tales of Gus?!"
Of course, though, I haven't --- nor Fizz.

There's more than just odd to his manner,
I can't seem to blot out their banner
Or turn aside from the *pitch*
Though it's causing my heels to itch...

In the end I was rescued
by a damsel with pigtails
who said she had icecream
and plenty of wild quails.

Which is meant, in some way, to include answer to the interogative phrase "And you are ... ?"
And, you can see, I also squished the word toes in, though you can further see there's another spot where it might have made more sense. I think I'm in a mood for linguistic perversity, today, which in fact is a neat reflection of the impression I mean the narrator to have of that subject he is relating to us. This doggerel is in no way autobiographical: I've never been accosted by an obscure carnival man, nor rescued by a damsel with pigtails. I don't think I'm even particularly taken by pigtails on a lass, though of course there's nothing objectionable to the style...

I hope you've been entertained, anyways.


Salome Ellen said...

I was picturing the damsel with pigtails as about seven years old, and WANTING ice cream.. But I like what you've done with this. Now to go make another stab at mine...

Belfry Bat said...

Yes, that's a fine take on the last four lines! I expect she had a Mummy or big brother nearby, too.

Enbrethiliel said...


"Linguistic perversity" is right! =P I like the carnival man, though. What a character! This poem reminds me a bit of Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Now, isn't it great to be playing the game again, Bat? ;-)

Belfry Bat said...

Alas, the only Bradbury I can recall reading is that Fahrenheit gloomery. I'm intrigued that you've formed such a vivid impression of the OCM, when I was trying to be as vague as "And you are... ?", if you know what I mean.

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