The Blood Line of Blandishment Castle
The Welder was welding as never before
(Heigh, ho, the asymptote)
Hot sparks and bright metal were strewn on the floor
Blinding and burnishing squirrel and squaw
Who leapt from the shed with a querulous note
(Heigh, ho, the Welder.)
He looked to the North and beheld a bowsprit
(Hi, ho, the astrolabe)
He looked to the East and beheld an Afrit
Not that this bothered him one little bit
He'd looked to the South and the squaw was a babe
(Hi, ho, the Welder.)
The Welder cried out, for his anger was great
(ho, hum, the albatross)
Since the squaw had refused his offer to mate
And had threatend his life with terrible fate
She wouldn't let on, but he guessed what it was
(Ho, hum, the Welder)
Yes, the Welder was single but longed to be wed
(High time, the aftershock)
For he'd slept all his life in the narrowest bed
With a navy-blue flute on the top of his head
And lacked a good woman to launder his sock
(High time, the Welder)
The sock of the welder - a thing to behold!
(Hoo-hah, the Astrakhan)
It tells of a tale too tied up to be told
An object so cursed it can never be sold
And full of huge holes that no seamstress can darn
(Hoo-hah, the Welder)
The squirrel was watching the Welder weld on
(Help, help, the Acrobat)
Ignoring the Welder's loud cries of "Begone!
It tiptoed the length of a half-marathon
Whilst juggling tea-cups, potatoes and cats
(Help, help, the Welder)
Contributors: | A Fathom poet, Roland, P, seaman, Apsley, Beefy, loaf, fester, Anon., (trad). |
Poem finished: | 3rd January 2002. |