Uh, again, not really a parody... I keep coming back to this strip, gomen. For me there is nothing in this world quite as sad as a gift of a meal forgotten, or its good intentions gone awry.

One afternoon my love came calling after "All in green my love went riding"

One afternoon came my love calling
with her shining bright eyes
and the present she brought with her.

Two pasta dinners swung low and steaming
their savory vapors drifted ahead of her.

Surprised I was that she had located me
my poor heart beat faster
just at the sight of her.

Purse at hip came my love calling
climbing the stairwell
from the game store in back of her.

Two pasta dinners hung warm and appealing
the smell of spaghetti sauce scented the air round her.

Astonished I was that she'd come here to see me
to see her expression,
to stand here and talk to her.

A gaijin I was, stuck here in Tokyo
what could she want from me, what could I do for her?

A coat round her shoulders stood my love waiting
There for a moment a shadow passed over her.

Two pasta dinners swung low and cooling
Hanging suspended in styrofoam in front of her.

Helpless I was as she did her leave-taking
Sweet smile suspended, the joy has gone out of her.

Back down the stairs went my love departing
with her shining sad eyes
to the dull night ahead of her.

Two pasta dinners forgotten and cooling
My heart has left me, it's gone out along with her.

(apologies to e.e. cumming; thanks to _Quinn for his constructive comments)

All in green my love went riding

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrows sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.


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All the verse in this thread is so good it's just killing me, especially the last few posts, so I had to try something not for larfs. Laugh if you must. but know ye that they are not intentional!!

[ November 12, 2001: Message edited by: smurd ]
To my loss, I missed volume 2 somehow; having gone back and found, I'm very impressed.

And, because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery:


After work came my love calling

After work came my love calling
with her bright eyes shining
into my tiny room

Two pasta dinners swung low and steaming
hunger runs to their allure

Finer be they than their conveyance
than styrofoam
than plastic bags

Purse at hip came my love calling
watching Ping run around
cleaning my tiny room

Two pasta dinners swung low and steaming
my eye not drawn to their allure:

Finer not they be than their conveyor,
that caring smile,
the honey-shade eyes

which behold an intrusive Doll,
and two men famished long before

two pasta dinners swung low and steaming,
after work came my love calling:

coat 'round shoulders stood she waiting
for my reply, not forthcoming

so muted by her appearance there,
all I could do was stare, and stare,
as saddened, my love departed.

Two hearts swung low by my baka silence,
mine joined to hers even though departed.

-_Quinn

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