01 NEWPOEM: Eddy
"Eddy"
In a marvellous little town
Lived a daring fellow, Eddy.
He could keep in his hand, for fun,
A keg full of fine brandy!
He, with his fingers, ploughed land
much better than all ploughs!
And even the chief of the dead
Of him, was frightened to rouse.
All thieves were overawed by him
And every man perspired!
But Eddy didn’t like the dreams
And beauty, just like pirate!
He lived like that for many years,
drank vassal of dark ale,
Until the fulminating cares
Were untied his by bale!
And once he woke up all alone,
Forgetting name in prime!
He felt in his head a thunder's tone
And naught but fog and grime!
So, he began to search for shoes
But stumbled upon a tray.
He fell to yard, receiving a bruise
From hooves in that bad day.
It was the noisome dirty goat
That ate sweet beets and sprouts!
And Eddy longed to cram his throat
With water, dew or clouds!
He soon began to find a glass
As an old swine, by his snout,
He turned around but found, alas,
All efforts in vain: all-out!
He crept away and began to yawl,
As a wolf, because of blows
He waited 'neath the waterfall
And cried under the rose.
But the goat bleated, and whereat,
As luck would have it, guys
Gave Eddy wine in a slop hat -
Warmed-over and with spice!
They befuddled him, and just for fun
They didn’t want to stop it
And then threw on his head a tun
Loaded with rotten gobbets.
These neighbours then all ran for help
Whilst Eddy dreamt and turned
In sleep of morning lakes and alp
But, as on a scaffold, yearned...
His throat choked wild with peppers, hot!
He lost his dream and fluke!
Oh…it is true? And would he not
Die like the famous Duke?
But no! All village, all-in-all,
Came to him, unrelaxed.
They wetted him with alcohol
And boiling-water next…
Then they gave him a cup of brine
And beat with a nettle broom,
With careless help, they cross’d the line
But beer inspired his doom!
Poor Eddy gurgled, cried! Alas!
They didn’t listen then
He hated a beer misted glass!
How bad were all these men?
They continued with their tries
With many drinks and ways!
As if they wanted Eddy fry
And get bequest someday!
This crowd buzzed in debate
About choicest means
Whilst Eddy crept away like shade -
So brown, white and green!
He dreamed about morning rain
Or brooks with refreshing waves
But he could not find it, again,
In this colloquial place!
The crowd realized their loss
And they began to search
Among a thicket, and across
Rocks, roads and the church.
Poor Eddy lay alone in shade
And prayed hard for a chance
To be rescue from these people’s aid...
And to torch their underpants!
The Lord heard him, and suddenly
Man saw nearby a muse!
The saviour for his fate and plea -
A young lady with a cruse!
She stood with hair coloured moon
Rippling waters from the well!
She was like a fairy, borne of June
Or a genie with a spell!
She gave him water, with a smile,
And he sprung back to #life
with bullock forces for a while
and ready for some strife!
And then he felt a taste, a sense
Of dreams and beauty…Hey!
This lady, his Queen, at a glance!
He wed her the next day!
Let’s drink, my good friends, to the tune
Of well-timed beer on ice,
To the sobriety of bridegrooms too
And the courtesy of brides!
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2002 (first version) - 2012 (translated final version)
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