Another Day In Paradox

I look about this merry gloom

Thoughtless, fat and slim.

Remembering but half a tune

I'd lost my will to win.

 

'Give up thy Eric Idle, son.'

I heard a whisper mutter.

And sitting up inside my head

Knew this was not a stutter.

 

'Are you the reepher with a grin?'

I asked, which pleased him so.

'The one without a duffel chin

And klinkers to and fro?'

 

'Indeed I am that very sole

That fishes in the deep.

I've come to Clam you half or whole

And Cod your wife to weep.'

 

'Ah-ha! You baddie bootleg bloke.

I've seen you as a lad.

You took my Granny up in smoke

For only half a drag.'

 

'Def Albert and his weeping nose

You took him there as well.

To where God only heaven knows

It's really hard to tell.'

 

'Perhaps, not now, or yet at least.

At most, not in a bit,

Be gentle, like a gentle beast

And sit a while in sit.'

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[jcfrancis]

Love this poem! (The Eric Idle line reminds me of a non-python play on words used with that word in a poem once...something about "idol banter"...)
I love poems that include conversations like this. Like we're being allowed to eavesdrop on some magical moment.