Screenplay For The Walrus (O.K., The Carpenter, Too)

let them scuttle away with their pincers
into the pink sands those who want you to
wash their dishes forever etc.

I've heard of the oysters demise

and how they thought they were going to be happy.
we were not born for someone else's feast
I wished the fated (feted?) oysters cried

who thought they were going to dinner
but were eaten alive;
some picnic!

there by the sea, seaside where they did not
could not,suspect a thing
being spread with premium butter.their little eyes shut

dreaming it was a summer Christmas
and there was going to be a surprise.

Mr. Carroll was miffed perhaps the day he wrote
this being maybe sick of mathematics, faculty politics
or the Mathematics Department,(sigh)

I know the feeling. whatever the cause (pause)
only Alice got out alive.

mary angela douglas 24 november 2015