HE sailed o'er the weltery watery miles For a tabular year-and-a-day, To the kindless, kinkable Cannibal Isles He sailed and he sailed away! He captured a loon in a wild lagoon, And a yak that weeps and smiles, And a bustard-bird, and a blue baboon, In the kindless Cannibal Isles And wilds Of the kinkable Cannibal Isles. He swiped in bats with his butterflynet, In the kindless Cannibal Isles And got short-waisted and over-het In the haunts of the crocodiles; And nine or ten little Pigmy Men Of the quaintest shapes and styles He shipped back home to his old Aunt Jenn, From the kindless Cannibal Isles And wilds Of the kinkable Cannibal Isles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VEERY'S FLUTE by LUCY BRANCH ALLEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALMS OF THE SEA: THE CONVERT by EVERETT BOSTON CHARITY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD PARADISE LOST by BERTON BRALEY ERE THE GOLDEN BOWL IS BROKEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WINTER STORES by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |