The Polarbies (A parody of a parody)

Today I decided to write a parody based on Edward Lear's poem the Jumblies. Thought it would be a fun exercise.



The Polarbies

I
They went to fish in a Gale, that night,
In a Gale they went to fish:
regardless of the weather report ,
On a blustery day, a final resort
In a Gale they went to fish!
And when the Gale turned hard and fast,
And sea birds squawked “You’ll never last”
They laughed out loud , “This Gale ain’t grand,
But we don’t fear monsters! We don’t give a damn!
In a Gale we’ll go to fish!”
One and only, one and only,
is the place where the Polarbies sail;
their skulls are shaved, their beards are red,
And they went to fish in a Gale.

II

They blew away in a Gale, that night,
In a Gale that howled so strong,
With only a rugged seaman’s barge,
rowing arms so stout and large,
guiding away from the throng.
And all the doubters who watched them leaving,
“O won’t the widows soon be grieving “!
For the sea is black, and the night is cold,
And come what will, it’s tremendously bold
to fish in a Gale at night !”
One and only, one and only
Is the place where the Polarbies sail;
Their skulls are shaved, their beards are red,
And they went to fish in a Gale.

III

The tide it soon came in, like mad,
That tide it soon came in;
So to keep them aloft, they lashed their arms
to a scarlet ibis away from harm,
And they told each other their sins .
And they rode the storm in a garbage pail,
And told each other fabulous tales,
Though the sea be black, and the night be cold,
“Yet we never can think we were reckless or off beam,
While of fish in a Gale is our dream”
One and only, one and only,
Is the place where the Polarbies sail;
Their skulls are shaved, and their beards are red ,
And they went to fish in a Gale.

IV

And throughout the darkness they fished away;
And when the sun arose,
They laughed and lurched into a looney tune
To the fading light of a silvery moon,
In the mist of the ocean’s throes.
“O Shitagua! How great we sail,
When we fish in a Gale and a garbage pail;
And forget our woes in the blue-green sea ,
We float away like the birds and bees ,
In the midst of the ocean’s throes!”
One and only, one and only,
Is the place where the Polarbies sail;
Their skulls are shaved and their beards are red,
And they went to fish in a Gale.


V
They sailed in the ocean blue, they did,
To an island all lush with fruit,
And they found some plums , and a paradise bird,
And a bed of yams, and a buffalo herd ,
And a pond of snowy geese.
And they acquired a goat, and some red armadillos ,
And some goose feathers for soft downy pillows ,
And thirty of blocks of Tillamook cheese,
And endless treasures to do as they please
One and only, one and only,
Is the place where the Polarbies sail ;
Their skulls are shaved , and their beards are red,
And they went to fish in a Gale.