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Thread #65456 Message #1078701
Posted By: Charley Noble
23-Dec-03 - 04:07 PM
Thread Name: Song Challenge: Barbie Lobster Tale
Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE: Barbie Lobster Tale
Alaska Mike- Yes!;~)
Here's my revision of Amos' ballad. We may get something good out of this story yet!
As reviseded by Charlie Ipcar 12/23/03
The Tale of Lobster Barbie
Many tales are told of the waters cold, in the deeps off Mount Desert Isle,
Where the ocean roar meets the rock-bound shore, and the weather's somethin' vile;
Where the lobsters grow, in the depths below, and men meet their fate with ennui--
But there's no tale told, by those shores so cold, like the tale of Lobster Barbie.
Now them lobster boats in them lands remote, they are manned by a special breed,
Men as hard of eye as a winter's sky, who march to their own good speed,
And their words are few, and if one but knew, their thoughts are few as well,
'Til the day that their haul brought a Barbie Doll from the ocean's icy swell.
It was old Jim Bright, on a dark cold night, with his sternman loyal and strong,
Throttled down to a muffled sound, slipped out past the bell-buoy's gong,
They swung her bow right toward Baker's Light, while their neighbors slept and snored
But down in the hold, like pirate's gold, was a bag from an Ellsworth store.
Now they've never told, them boatmen bold, what cargo they bore away,
They just snuck it aboard, like a smuggler's horde, as though too ashamed to say,
And it's hard to prove, when they made their move, and down the Sound did prowl,
But the gossips say that their cargo that day was clothes for a Barbie doll!
There was an apron neat, a blue blouse sweet, and a checkered gingham skirt,
And to go with the deal some pink high heels, for a classic Barbie flirt!
They grinned at them wraps as they hauled their traps, and passed the jug impatient,
And by the end of day, on the deck boards lay, a svelte female crustacean!
"Now see here", said Bright, "We'll do this right! You hold her legs and claws,
And we'll slip on them shoes, and this skirt so blue, with nary a hitch or a pause!"
So his mate grabbed a-holt, and Jim slipped on them clothes, and she sure looked wicked sha'p,
Then they latched onto a buoy of their good buddy Louie, and dropped "Barbie" into his trap.
Now early next morn, they was cruisin' along, with their VHF tuned for chatter,
When with much mirth they heard Louie curse, and then dissolve in laughter;
And for a month or more, as they cruised that shore, their VHF would explode in glee,
As a new lobsterman was swept up in their plan, hauled in a bedraggled Lobster Barbie.
But as winter begins, and the cold north wind, sweeps down on the Deer Isle shore,
As the nights grow long, there's rum and song, and no one ships out any more;
Jim and his friend, their jug upend, and grin at the drifting snow,
For as soon as it's spring there'll be a new fling, for "Barbie's spring fashions are ready to go!"