The Buffoon and the Fox

You'll find neither walrus nor carpenter here.

The Buffoon and the Fox

The sun was shining on the sea

Shining with all his might

At Sea Ranch and La Jolla

For at both they’d spent the night

And this was apt, because it was

The times it'd felt most right.

The moon was shining sulkily

'Cause you claimed her as your "friend"

When actually, she raises 'ere

Each day comes to an end

"It’s very rude of you," she said

"To clam friendship as pretend."

The Sad Buffoon and Slithery Fox

Were walking hand in hand

Upon the levees strong and wide

  That hold River from the land

And this was mem'ry making

'Cause a Citizen Cope'd the band.

"The time has come," the Buffoon said

"To talk of many things

Of shoes, kayaks, and Oban fifths

Of opulent blue-boxed rings

And why my tea’s not boiling hot

And whether I should sing."

"Another meal," the Fox did ask

"What I would want, won't say

But let me hold and wait for you

Can you come out to play?

I am as wet as wet can be

I taste like break of day."

"Oh Fox, will you come be with me

   For weeks and weeks and weeks"?

"I can't," replied the Fox

  (It's his "availability" she seeks)

And yet his acts, his words, attentions dear

His love, true love, bespeaks.

"I weep for you," the Fox did say

  "I deeply sympathize."

With sobs and tears she spoke her love

As full, broad moon did rise

Then crossed her arms across her chest

So better to disguise.

Dear Fox, I think you want me too

At times your heart's a flutter

But pride, oh pride, and fear of hurt

Withholds, won’t melt like butter

And so our arms are empty now

And "us" lies in the gutter.