The Thirsty Storyteller
Gimme a pint. . . nay, make it two,
To steady me nerves, ya see.
For n'er a man should've had to do,
What I did tonight by the sea.
Me Mate and I, we's heard a wail,
A comin' outta the ocean.
We yelled back to no avail,
But we both saw some commotion.
So Jack, me mate, and I did climb,
An outcrop by the cliffs.
We reached the summit just in time,
To see something massive shift.
We heard na more noise, but seen a light,
Comin' outta some weird tunnel.
Me mate sensed nothin', but I filled with fright,
Knowin' we was `bout to face the devil.
The entrance led to a cave with walls as cold as ice.
Smooth as glass them walls was too,
Lit up with a funny light.
Me mate saw It first -- or It saw `im,
I guess I'll n'er know.
It let out a roar like a demon's din,
Then made for us, coming low.
Rows of teeth eight inches long curved back within Its head.
Its nightmare eyes locked onto mine,
And then me mate was dead.
It sawed him slowly with its teeth,
`N finished with a large swallow.
Then It spun to cause me grief,
But I froze there, feelin' hollow.
Then a most amazin' thing occurred,
Yea, a most amazin' sight!
The thing just up and disappeared. . .
Say. . . Innkeeper. . . have ya gotta `nother pint? |
