The Giant of Crabber Nase (v6)
Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2020 1:13 pm
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v6
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
On the hillside a figure
cut into the chalk-white limestone
a glyph in the green.
With the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town ablaze.
"Who dare put that there!"
The mayoress despaired
"it's not art, it's simply depraved."
A layman claimed "aliens
done it with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"His eyes keep following"
a florist was hollering "me
wherever I go."
"Those aren't its eyes"
the old butcher smiled "and
petal, trust me, I'd know."
"Is that a koteka?"
Pondered the scholar
"I wonder, it looks like it a gourd."
Her thoughts were upset
by a grocer projecting
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
It's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight!"
"And appears surprised
as am I, by its size"
the publican puffed, running late.
"He's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic decried to the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
A muezzin was heard to wail.
"Consider the children"
appealed a beautician
"the young have susceptible minds."
"And worse" swore a nurse
"bright sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite may go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this, think
what they'd say of our town!"
"Hear, hear," boomed the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
innocent children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
+++++++++++++++++
And throughout the day
despite the outrage
no-one killed anyone
over a graven cartoon.
*Any resemblance to places, real or imagined, is entirely anagrammatical ... (mostly).
_______________________
v5
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town ablaze.
"Who dare put that there!"
The mayoress despaired
"it's not art, it's simply depraved."
A 'shaman' said "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
with an ugly baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"Those eyes" said the florist
"I've noticed that they seem to follow
you, when you go."
"Those ain't its eyes"
the old butcher sighed, "and
in my line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by a grocer projecting
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
It's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight."
"And looks quite surprised
as am I, by its size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"He's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic decried to the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
A muezzin was heard to wail.
"Do consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"And worse," said a nurse
"this sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town."
"Hear, hear," boomed the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
and the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
innocent children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v4
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town ablaze.
"Who dare put that there!"
The mayoress despaired
"it's not art, it's merely depraved!"
The cadet swore "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life.
Its eyes seem to follow you
ghoulishly horrible, watching
wherever you go."
"Luv, they're not his eyes"
the old butcher sighed, "and
in my line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were derailed
by a greengrocer wailing
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
It's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight."
"And looks quite surprised
as am I, by the size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"He's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic decried to the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Exclaimed a doyen of retail.
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Hear, hear," boomed the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
'innocent' children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v3
The Crabber Nase Giant*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town aflutter.
"Who dare put that there?"
The locum despaired
"it's clearly the work of some nutter."
A cadet claimed "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
with the ugliest baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life.
Its eyes seem to follow you
leery and hollow, they track
you wherever you go."
"Petal, those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied, "and
in my line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by a parson projecting
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
He's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight."
"And looks most surprised
as am I, by the size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
a critic decried in the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Complained a doyen of retail.
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Hear, hear," boomed a brickie
"how quick some folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
"innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v2b
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
saw the whole town aflutter
"Who dare put that there?"
The colonel despaired
"it's clearly the work of some nutter."
A cadet claimed "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"My, my" chirped the florist
"you'll notice its eyes
seem to follow wherever you go?"
"Petal, those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied, "and
in this line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by a matron projecting
"gracious me! Oh my word!
He's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others he's straight."
"And looks most surprised
as am I, by the size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
a critic opined to the paper.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Was the cry from the undertaker.
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Quite right," drawled the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
"innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v2
The Giant of Crabber Nas*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
left the whole town aflutter
"Who dare put that there?"
The colonel despaired
"it's clearly the work of some nutter."
A cadet claimed "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could it be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"My, my" chirped the florist
"you'll notice its eyes
seem to follow wherever you go?"
"Petal, those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied, "and
in this line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by the milliner projecting
"gracious me. Oh my word!
He's so wibbly-wobbly,
crinkly and knobbly in places,
in others he's straight."
"And looks most surprised
as am I, by its size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
a critic opined to the paper.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Was the cry from the undertaker.
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Quite right," drawled the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
"innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
The Giant of Crabber Nas*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright
enough to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white
limestone, when all were asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed
by the sun, left townsfolk aflutter
"No idea how it got there"
the baker declared
"but it's clearly the work of a nutter!"
A cadet claimed "aliens
done it with ray guns
how else could it be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
with the ugliest baby,
said, "I've not been so shocked in my life."
"My, my" said the florist
"you notice its eyes
seem to follow wherever you go?"
"Those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied,
"and in my line of work I should know."
"He's so wibbly-wobbly,
kinkly and knobbly
in places, in others so straight.
I can't make up my mind
about the design"
said the architect, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic opined to the paper.
"But what's in his hand?
I don't understand"
complained a poor benumbed plumber.
"Is that a koteka"
wondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts interrupted
when the milliner muttered
"good gracious me. Oh my word."
The local MP
boomed "no-one should see
this. What does it say of our town?"
"Quite right," said the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers
get twisted. We need this pulled down."
"Just think of the children"
wailed the new school marm
"and all their impressionable minds."
"Much worse," said a nurse,
"the bright sun's a curse
that could cause some poor kid to go blind."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
and the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
their "innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
*Any resemblance to places, real or imagined, is entirely anagrammatical ... (mostly).
.
v6
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
On the hillside a figure
cut into the chalk-white limestone
a glyph in the green.
With the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town ablaze.
"Who dare put that there!"
The mayoress despaired
"it's not art, it's simply depraved."
A layman claimed "aliens
done it with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"His eyes keep following"
a florist was hollering "me
wherever I go."
"Those aren't its eyes"
the old butcher smiled "and
petal, trust me, I'd know."
"Is that a koteka?"
Pondered the scholar
"I wonder, it looks like it a gourd."
Her thoughts were upset
by a grocer projecting
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
It's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight!"
"And appears surprised
as am I, by its size"
the publican puffed, running late.
"He's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic decried to the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
A muezzin was heard to wail.
"Consider the children"
appealed a beautician
"the young have susceptible minds."
"And worse" swore a nurse
"bright sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite may go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this, think
what they'd say of our town!"
"Hear, hear," boomed the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
innocent children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
+++++++++++++++++
And throughout the day
despite the outrage
no-one killed anyone
over a graven cartoon.
*Any resemblance to places, real or imagined, is entirely anagrammatical ... (mostly).
_______________________
v5
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town ablaze.
"Who dare put that there!"
The mayoress despaired
"it's not art, it's simply depraved."
A 'shaman' said "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
with an ugly baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"Those eyes" said the florist
"I've noticed that they seem to follow
you, when you go."
"Those ain't its eyes"
the old butcher sighed, "and
in my line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by a grocer projecting
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
It's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight."
"And looks quite surprised
as am I, by its size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"He's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic decried to the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
A muezzin was heard to wail.
"Do consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"And worse," said a nurse
"this sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town."
"Hear, hear," boomed the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
and the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
innocent children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v4
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town ablaze.
"Who dare put that there!"
The mayoress despaired
"it's not art, it's merely depraved!"
The cadet swore "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life.
Its eyes seem to follow you
ghoulishly horrible, watching
wherever you go."
"Luv, they're not his eyes"
the old butcher sighed, "and
in my line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were derailed
by a greengrocer wailing
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
It's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight."
"And looks quite surprised
as am I, by the size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"He's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic decried to the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Exclaimed a doyen of retail.
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Hear, hear," boomed the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
'innocent' children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v3
The Crabber Nase Giant*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
set the whole town aflutter.
"Who dare put that there?"
The locum despaired
"it's clearly the work of some nutter."
A cadet claimed "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
with the ugliest baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life.
Its eyes seem to follow you
leery and hollow, they track
you wherever you go."
"Petal, those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied, "and
in my line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by a parson projecting
"good gracious me! Oh my word!
He's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others so straight."
"And looks most surprised
as am I, by the size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
a critic decried in the Mail.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Complained a doyen of retail.
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Hear, hear," boomed a brickie
"how quick some folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
"innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v2b
The Giant of Crabber Nase*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
saw the whole town aflutter
"Who dare put that there?"
The colonel despaired
"it's clearly the work of some nutter."
A cadet claimed "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could they be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"My, my" chirped the florist
"you'll notice its eyes
seem to follow wherever you go?"
"Petal, those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied, "and
in this line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by a matron projecting
"gracious me! Oh my word!
He's so wibbly-wobbly!
crinkly and knobbly! in places,
in others he's straight."
"And looks most surprised
as am I, by the size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
a critic opined to the paper.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Was the cry from the undertaker.
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Quite right," drawled the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
"innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
v2
The Giant of Crabber Nas*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright enough
to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white limestone
as all lay asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed by the sun
left the whole town aflutter
"Who dare put that there?"
The colonel despaired
"it's clearly the work of some nutter."
A cadet claimed "aliens done it
with ray guns, how else
could it be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
clutching her baby, wheezed
"I've had the fright of my life."
"My, my" chirped the florist
"you'll notice its eyes
seem to follow wherever you go?"
"Petal, those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied, "and
in this line of work I should know."
"Is that a koteka"
pondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts were upset
by the milliner projecting
"gracious me. Oh my word!
He's so wibbly-wobbly,
crinkly and knobbly in places,
in others he's straight."
"And looks most surprised
as am I, by its size"
said the publican, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
a critic opined to the paper.
"I don't understand
what is that in his hand?"
Was the cry from the undertaker.
The local MP hissed
"no-one must see this. Just think
what they'd say of our town?"
"Quite right," drawled the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers get twisted.
We need this pulled down."
"Consider the children"
shrilled the new schoolmarm
"they have such impressionable minds."
"There's worse," said a nurse,
"for the sunlight's a curse," reflecting
"some mite could go blind."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
yet the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
"innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
_______________________
The Giant of Crabber Nas*
It was done in one night
when the moon was just bright
enough to see, but not to be seen.
A figure on the hillside
cut into the chalk-white
limestone, when all were asleep.
In the dawning of morning
that carving, unwarmed
by the sun, left townsfolk aflutter
"No idea how it got there"
the baker declared
"but it's clearly the work of a nutter!"
A cadet claimed "aliens
done it with ray guns
how else could it be so precise?"
While a timorous lady
with the ugliest baby,
said, "I've not been so shocked in my life."
"My, my" said the florist
"you notice its eyes
seem to follow wherever you go?"
"Those aren't his eyes"
the butcher replied,
"and in my line of work I should know."
"He's so wibbly-wobbly,
kinkly and knobbly
in places, in others so straight.
I can't make up my mind
about the design"
said the architect, scratching his pate.
"It's primitive, crude
and most certainly nude"
one critic opined to the paper.
"But what's in his hand?
I don't understand"
complained a poor benumbed plumber.
"Is that a koteka"
wondered the scholar
"a horim or some kind of gourd?"
Her thoughts interrupted
when the milliner muttered
"good gracious me. Oh my word."
The local MP
boomed "no-one should see
this. What does it say of our town?"
"Quite right," said the vicar
"how quickly folk's knickers
get twisted. We need this pulled down."
"Just think of the children"
wailed the new school marm
"and all their impressionable minds."
"Much worse," said a nurse,
"the bright sun's a curse
that could cause some poor kid to go blind."
As the morning progressed
so grew the distress
and the townsfolk continued to talk
while in many a bathroom
their "innocent" children
were washing their hands clean of chalk.
*Any resemblance to places, real or imagined, is entirely anagrammatical ... (mostly).
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