Dark Journey
by P. J. BLACK WELL
OUTSIDE my curtained Pullman berth
The shadows of the night close in,
And sounds which have no place on earth
Portentously begin,
For jungle squeaks
And doleful moans
Combine with shrieks
And dying groans
To hint that someone in an upper
Has been a hungry monster’s supper.
The shadows of the night close in,
And sounds which have no place on earth
Portentously begin,
For jungle squeaks
And doleful moans
Combine with shrieks
And dying groans
To hint that someone in an upper
Has been a hungry monster’s supper.
Then iron-footed men from Mars
Chase shaggy mammothts through the cars,
While hippocampi chant in chorus
With solos by a brontosaurus.
Chase shaggy mammothts through the cars,
While hippocampi chant in chorus
With solos by a brontosaurus.
And diplomats from Far Cathay,
Speaking in double Hottentot,
Argue until the break of day —
Lord only knows concerning what —
And doubtless would have more to say
But for a savage crocodile
Galumphing up and down the aisle.
Speaking in double Hottentot,
Argue until the break of day —
Lord only knows concerning what —
And doubtless would have more to say
But for a savage crocodile
Galumphing up and down the aisle.
When morning comes I’m pleased to see
That other passengers, like me,
By some uncanny oversight
Have not been eaten in the night.
That other passengers, like me,
By some uncanny oversight
Have not been eaten in the night.