BISOU
He sensed it in the air
Seeing something silver~
quite familiar—
The Shadow Man felt his body quiver-
She moved closer & slapped his face:
As if she was ready to also punch it,
The Shadow Man wondered what she was doing at his place. Why had she come to the Nightmares pit?
Then she burst out laughing
Placing her hands close to her head
The Shadow Man started clapping
Here he thought that she’d been dead
She stopped with her hyena chuckles
The moon was full & shining on her
The Shadow Man placed a hand on her freckles
He leaned in closer and grinned
Leaning in to give her a bisou
She blushed- and slowly smiled
The Shadow Man said, ‘‘I missed you!’’
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vGJTaP6anOU
22/04\2021.
#BISOU (c)
The ballad of the marine Monotreme
There was a man from the old ’cape
who built a boat with goodly shape,
an old salt he, he knew he could,
sail every thing wrought out of wood.
‘cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
′ he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
and set he t’go upon the waves ,
to find what every seaman crave,
adventure, glory, they were fine,
but this brave soul had big design,
’cause he was not ’fraid of nothing.
he was not ’fraid of nothing.
and heard this man on his great jaunt,
about a monster that shall haunt,
it was so vile, and murderous,
the monsterous marine platypus!
but he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
now, platypus that live at sea
are something that will make thee flee
a terror of the seas , is it
a toothy bill, to sink a fleet..
it has a fur that’s cinder-dark,
the likes of which shall scare a shark,
they from Australia’s shoreline hail,
devour whaling ships and whales,
and it’s not ’fraid of nothing,
no, they’re not afraid of nothin’
now sought our hero long and far,
to hunt the platypus de’l mare
but found he not a way to tame,
the evil billed old monotreme.
but he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
and with harpoon, he thusly fought,
a weapon that was keenly wrought,
to rid the world of this fell beast,
on sealane traffic, shall not feast.
but platypus was strong and wise,
and parried every thrust aside,
it smashed with rage upon the keel,
and lashed out venom with its bill,
our seaman lost much in this fight,
an eye, a leg, his verile might.
but could not quit, he would not yeild,
he was not ‘fraid of nothin’ still,
he used the fog to make retreat,
and find a net for this arch-eel,
cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, not ‘fraid of nothin’.
so made our seaman to a school,
of oceanic ken, they spool,
to seek ’mong book and microfische,
of better ways to slay all fish.
advised him they, who know such things
about the poisons and toxins,
to leach from animals so rare,
a drop of blue-ringed sea-'cumber,
indeed one drop of this Echinoderm,
will kill a dozen whales of sperm,
but baiting this slow-moving wretch,
you need but barnicles to fetch.
but he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’.
’why, barnicles i have no lack,
they cover hull and mast and tack!”
collected he some sessile fare,
for the blue-ringed ocean cucumber.
and thus armed he with weapon new,
one-legged, sailed in oceans blue.
‘cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
by this time, friends, you must precieve,
our sailor’s double negative,
and while we scorn this wild misuse,
we pity not the platypus.
a creature that must live no more,
this egg-laying mammal carnivore.
‘cause it was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no it was not ‘fraid of nothin’
i hate to tell you what went down,
but this’ here ballad is no clown.
to slay a monster is no cinch,
more Moby Dick than Christmas Grinch.
our brave soul saw the fight resume,
with weapon tipped with venom spume.
and nicked he thus the platypus,
with that vile and toxic ooze,
but thrashed the animal, it would not cease,
and our sailor was like Laertes,
who, with vengeful hope in Denemark
had slain himself along with mark.
and so our poisoned foes, have writhed,
and thus our tragic sailor, died.
‘cause he was not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, he was not ’fraid of nothin.
the truth not ’parted by such loss,
the platypus got no sufficient dose,
and though in pain, ’twas not demise
this shark lives still ,in duck disguise.
‘cause it’s not ‘fraid of nothin’
no, it’s not afraid of nothin’
The Song of a No Hit Wonder
Have ye heard, the tale of the silhouette man?
He schemes underground, he has quite the plan.
He was down on his luck, he had no four leaf clover.
He was tricked by his kingly father’s advisor, and turned into Leftover.
The prince had wanted to be a hero, in Hugh’s worldwide network.
But the one that stole his features was locked away, by the hero known as Mirk.
Leftover still wants to be a hero, but first wants to take down Hugh’s team.
He thinks he can do a better job, so is he truly being mean?
CCC, Hypnorc, Doctor Sic, and Willy are in his ranks.
Their plans are sinister, not minor little pranks.
I want to join too, although there’s not much I can bring.
But when Leftover and his team achieve victory, their tales and praises I will sing.
“So Leftover, what did you think of my debut song?”
Leftover looked at the bard and shook his head.
“Awful, just awful.” Leftover replied. “He’s all yours Willy. After all, I did promise you people that you can turn into worms. Make sure his only audience is buried deep underground with him.”
“No, please, I can write a better one!” The bard screamed as Willy’s touch removed his humanity. No other human ever heard any music from him ever again....