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A VISIT FROM LORD GREYSTOKE
By John "Bridge" Martin
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and Edgar Rice Burroughs
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We’d just gotten back from an overnight pillage.
Each captive we brought back was tied to a stake,
And more poisoned arrows to shoot from our bows,
Next morning we’d dine on our victims, with zest,
So I entered my hut with my woman in tow,
When what to my terrified ears did there come,
It sounded quite awful and chilled my old bones
I sprang to my feet, afraid for my life,
I fell to the ground, but was not badly hurt;
As I went from my hut and was looking around
And then in a twinkling, from out of a tree,
Instead it encircled the throat of old Joos.
And then the rope tightened on him who'd been bound
Like leaves in a windstorm, he flew to the tree
And then it grew quiet – too quiet you know.
And then there came hurtling from one of the limbs
It hit with a smack, then bounced once or twice;
“To arms!” cried Mbonga; We all got our spears,
We tore to the entrance, threw open the gate
We searched in the jungle, for hours on end
So we, at the dawning, turned homeward our feet.
But what to our mystified eyes should appear
The rascal had come back and helped them escape.
And then to add insult to all of our woes
But we heard from the jungle his departing taunt:
"So if you don't want that, from evil desist!