THE POET AND THE DEVIL

THE POET AND THE DEVIL

CHAPER ONE

It came like a bolt from out of the red, I wonder’d should I stay in bed?
It came to pass that I were good, but all-ways being Mis’under-stood!
I went like lightning from the gantry, and found pickled cucumber in the pantry:
I spoke to God on Monday night; by Tuesday’s sun I’d seen the lightl.

The poet’s breath was filled with bile, with sin’uwe’d lust and fox-glove Geal;
The poet wore a drastic smile, with sin’uwe’d heart and fox-glove style
Tender was the poet’s voice, when he did spake the crowds re-joyc’d
Tender was the poet’s choice, for he made music with his voice:

Lonely did he sleep in death and then the poet drew his breath,
Lonely did he a’wake, and see the poet drain the lake,
Lonely was the maverick’s eye, as God was waving from the sky
Lonely did the earth protest, as if she’d finally come to rest:

The Devil took his favourite wand and point’d to the sun,
He played a joke of mammouth note, then chose a different gun:
He spent his spore upon the earth and chose a-nother body,
The poet chose a different door and found a different lobby.

The night did break; the winds did howl the poet broke his sleep,
The devil play his vile game, this made the poet weep:
The Devil took his iron fist and smash’d the earth to bits,
The poet did not sneer nor cry but call’d upon his wits.

The Devil sail’d oceans green to where the Grolls did roam,
The poet tore his cloak of Psalms and travell’d to his home:
The poet ate and drank and slept and dream’d a night-mare pure,
The Devil walk’d for forty-days then found the Grolls red door,

The devil hatch a plan to boot to track the poet down:
He chose the biggest Groll in town with the biggest frown:
“The biggest groll will sniff him out and eat him at one sitting”
The poet herd the news of this while struggling with his knitting.

The poet thought for days on end and how he could avert it,
He ran-a-muck in the Devils truck, and said that he deserves it:
The Devil’s brains did boil and bubble and this made him see double,
The biggest Groll did raw so loud “this poet is in trouble”

The poet knew he need’d help to make the Devil scream and welp,
He pack’d a bag walk’d throught the door not knowing where to travel:
He herd a noise come from the left while walking on the gravel,
He look’d in ore at what he saw, twas Bill the Shaggy Chavel.

Bill my friend where hath thou come from? And will you come with me?
To meet the Devil and the Grolls under the Langdon tree?
Of corse I will my poet chum just tell me what you need:
For what I have is yours indeed and I can never be a weed

The pair set off with frightful haste, and follow’d the moon which was brightly laced:
They stopp’d to rest in the Barlin hills, they wrapp’d up warm to avoid the chills,
They got to foot to carry on but when the poet turn’d round, bill had gone!
I wonder where the Chavel can be said the poet on his knees?

The Devil had play’d a nasty trick, the fiendish Groll had licked his lips:
They’d used black-magic and wizardry to keep the Chavel in a web of misery.
The poet knew of what they’d done and he did not think it was fun’
To keep Bill lock’d in a hole, while the Devil and the Groll can stroll

The poet knew he need’d more help to make that Devil scream and yelp.
He walk’d down the rivers path where he came across a wooden raft:
The craft was laden with rods and floats also had a winter’s coat.
He cast away and row’d with haste to try to find the Devils place.

He cast his rod with float and bait and wonder’d what about his fate,
The rod it dipp’d the bait was tak’en the fish’s future had been forsak’en:
The poet wrestled with the mammoth fish but knowing it would fill his dish,
The fish’s make was a wholesome turbot, which made him think of Scatty Herbert.

Scatty Herbert was not that clever but any chore he would endeavour,
He’d help the poet to do most things, even clip the devils wings
The poet writ a note with speed, to send to Herbert who lived in Veed,
He gave it to the Dremlin Stork who tied it up with string and cork.

He flew the skies with drastic speed in seven days he’d arrived in Veed:
He push’d the massage through Herbert’s door it came to rest upon his floor’
Herbert read the urgent note then went to get his hat & coat
He clasp’d his sword and said “I owe it” then went to find the desperate poet.

Herbert walk’d for forty days through endless rain and black’end haze:
He travel’d to where the poet stood knowing he could do some good,
Herbert shook the poet hand, and said, I’ve come to join’d you merry band,
Why thank-you Herb you are a must, the only Scatty I can trust.

The poet and Herbert went on there way to find the Devil and stop his play,
They came across a broken bridge after negotiating a narrow ridge:
Pray tell how we fix this mess the poet said with bait’d breath,
I have a plan said Scatty Herb but we need the help of Igor the Nerb.

Can we trust this clumsy Nerb of course we can if we feed him curd,
Then let’s make haste to find his patch and tell him of the plan we’ve hatch’d,
The poet and Herb got on there way to find the Nerb with-out delay:
Where they walk’d was not the norm, for they had head’d into a mammoth storm.

The two took shelter in a big fine cave full of goodies, twas such a rave,
They ate like Lords and drank like Kings then found mould of the devils wings:
They took the mould and made there own then sat upon the Devil’s Throne.
They closed their eyes to meditate not knowing of there fear-less fate!

Meanwhile the Devil and the Groll were making there own plans to capture the poet,

The Devil and the fiendish Groll depart’d for the land of Zoll,
Twas an ugly place with much un-rest which put the Devil to the test:
The horrid pair need’d supplies’ so went to shop in the Cockerels’ Eyes,
The got what they need’d to hunt the poet and the blessing of the local Dow-itt

The Devil and repugnant Groll smeer’d a message on thre wall
The rhetoric read “I’ll get you poet” the pair did toast with a glass of Moet:

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The Devil stopp’d to take a rest at the house of Lingard Fest,
They dined on mice and boil’d sprouts then talk’d about seasonal gout:
Lingard was a ravid Mool with bright green hair which kept him cool,
The Devil ask’d for Lingard help to make the poet’s scream and yelp.

The Devil ask’d for Lingard’s Tolb to give him powers that he could hold,
Lingard said, “of course you can” now go on your way and kill that man:
The Groll awoke from a sombre sleep and said,” I’ve seen that poet shake and weep”!
Then let us go my vicious friend and help the poet find his end.

The Devil and the hungry Groll walk’d along a cobbl’d road,
They came across a Gooley-Nap who warn’d them of a Chavel’s trap:
Why thank you Sir for helping us your information has gave me a buzz,
The desperate pair took a de-tour through the woods of the Seven Ick-Poor.

The woods were baron with a lack of foliage concrete trees and a lake of porridge,
The Devil and the Groll rejoic’d for they had made an excellent choice:
They walk’d on a further more until they came across a bright red door,
They wonder’d in to take up shelter and came across a sleeping Blell’ter.

The Blell’ter,s name was Dergan Morrige who was the keeper of Lake Porridge
Can we feast in your whole-some lake? “Of coarse you can for good-ness sake”
The Devil and the Groll a-rose then thank’d the Blell’ter and touch his noise’
The Blell’ter noise were full of powers that would protect in the following hours,
The gru-some pair toddle’d off through the woods so they could scoff:
They stuck there faces in the lake and lapp’d it up with-out a break.,
When they’d done they felt the worst, there tummies full and fit to burst:
They start’d on there way again to get inside the poet’s brain!

Mean-while the poet and Scatty Herbert were stuck in the Hills of Brongan

The poet and Herb found it funny, cos the devil and Groll had bloater’d tummies,
The poet had the strangest vision; he now knew he’d made the right decision:

To be continued