MystyrMystyry
10-17-2014, 03:06 AM
Part the First
It was a radio news flash, between a jangly jingle and a rappy gnash,
So I thought I would investigate, with trusty camera in my hand;
Maniacally rode to ensure a good spot, south side of the jetty is preferably what;
I manoeuvred, jostled, and trudged through the high wet tidal sand;
Crowds flocked to the beach, cellphones flashing over the watery reach;
These bugs in droves, wading and waddling with a wavy motion;
This news that so enthralled me, which compelled a night trip to the sea -
Beneath the Blood Moon the first of the creatures emerged from the ocean!
All the way into the breach, by the boardwalk, and then beseech:
"We seek audience with your president, but failing this, your prime minister!"
They breathe! They walk! They even talk! But are they spoon - or are they fork?
"We arrive in peace, we arrive unarmed!" but gargled in a manner sinister
Cried out an observant someone: "These monsters look sort of human!"
Correct they were, about the height, with arms, heads, feet and legs
Possibly our cousins distant, though the Scientist was himself resistant;
Piped in the Preacher: "We'll wait-see if our scaly brethren lay maggots or eggs..."
At first a few, then so many more finny noggins surfacing than before,
Cloaked in coils of fresh seaweed, as one they wailed and warbled:
"Dirty land lubbers, or what you will, we demand you clean your oil spill!"
Their words grew at first breathless, and thence loudly, inaudibly garbled;
As so much pent up anger vented, an eruption of castigation augmented,
A murmer from the innocent crowd not expecting to be so abused,
The bugs spitfired until a yabber - the audience's gasts utterly flabbered;
"Steady on there," spoke the local councillor, "You can't come and accuse-..."
"Can, and must, and shall, and will!" growled the leader, whose name was Bill;
It is a fellow from a minor party who asks the oily spillage question:
"We are not sure of what you speak: explain that we may fix the leak..."
They briefly glare, then blinky-stare, then argue about the suggestion;
"Wait!" Bill hushes his ilk and kin. "The oil spill up North we're referrin' ??"
How far distant they wouldn't define, for their measurements differed somewhat;
Along the beach all are bemused, for this is the first they'd heard this news;
"This is important," says the middle manager. "Is it lemon, or is it kumquat?"
It was a radio news flash, between a jangly jingle and a rappy gnash,
So I thought I would investigate, with trusty camera in my hand;
Maniacally rode to ensure a good spot, south side of the jetty is preferably what;
I manoeuvred, jostled, and trudged through the high wet tidal sand;
Crowds flocked to the beach, cellphones flashing over the watery reach;
These bugs in droves, wading and waddling with a wavy motion;
This news that so enthralled me, which compelled a night trip to the sea -
Beneath the Blood Moon the first of the creatures emerged from the ocean!
All the way into the breach, by the boardwalk, and then beseech:
"We seek audience with your president, but failing this, your prime minister!"
They breathe! They walk! They even talk! But are they spoon - or are they fork?
"We arrive in peace, we arrive unarmed!" but gargled in a manner sinister
Cried out an observant someone: "These monsters look sort of human!"
Correct they were, about the height, with arms, heads, feet and legs
Possibly our cousins distant, though the Scientist was himself resistant;
Piped in the Preacher: "We'll wait-see if our scaly brethren lay maggots or eggs..."
At first a few, then so many more finny noggins surfacing than before,
Cloaked in coils of fresh seaweed, as one they wailed and warbled:
"Dirty land lubbers, or what you will, we demand you clean your oil spill!"
Their words grew at first breathless, and thence loudly, inaudibly garbled;
As so much pent up anger vented, an eruption of castigation augmented,
A murmer from the innocent crowd not expecting to be so abused,
The bugs spitfired until a yabber - the audience's gasts utterly flabbered;
"Steady on there," spoke the local councillor, "You can't come and accuse-..."
"Can, and must, and shall, and will!" growled the leader, whose name was Bill;
It is a fellow from a minor party who asks the oily spillage question:
"We are not sure of what you speak: explain that we may fix the leak..."
They briefly glare, then blinky-stare, then argue about the suggestion;
"Wait!" Bill hushes his ilk and kin. "The oil spill up North we're referrin' ??"
How far distant they wouldn't define, for their measurements differed somewhat;
Along the beach all are bemused, for this is the first they'd heard this news;
"This is important," says the middle manager. "Is it lemon, or is it kumquat?"