'MID Greenland's polar ice and snow, Where watermelons seldom grow (It's far too cold up there, you know), There dwelt a bold young Eskimo. Beneath the self-same iceberg's shade, In fur of seal and bear arrayed (Not over cleanly, I'm afraid), There lived a charming Eskimaid. Throughout the six months' night they'd spoon (Ah, ye of Sage, think what a boon), To stop at ten is much too soon Beneath the silvery Eskimoon. The hated rival now we see! (You spy the coming tragedy, But I can't help it; don't blame me.) An Eskimucker vile was he, He found the lovers there alone. He killed them with his axe of bone. (You see how fierce the tale has grown) — The fond pair died with an Eskimoan. Two graves were dug, deep in the ice, Were lined with furs, moth balls, and spice; The two were buried in a trice, Quite safe from all the Eskimice. Now Fido comes, alas, too late! (I hope it's not indelicate These little incidents to state) — The Eskimurderer he ate. @3L'Envoi@1 Upon an Eskimo to sup Was too much for an Eskipup — He died. His Eskimemory Is thus kept green in verse by me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH' EXCISEMAN by ROBERT BURNS HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN SONNET OF LIFE by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |