Queequeqs Story As Re-Told by Ishmael
Quee told his story when sleep met my brow,
he told of Kokovoko and his Kingly Field,
his birthright stolen by a dream and by a vow.
Quee's pipe smoke enchanted me, the vision held.
He vowed to find the land told by a sailor's lies,
a land of riches that would fill up days
and days of visions, a charm to the eyes.
I listened to Quee's story with much praise.
"The dreams," he said "so tainted my life with abuse.
I ruled my land but could not see past a certain line.
The sky disappeared and left me with no refuse,
from a sorrow so deep, I could not define.
The lust I felt from a Sailor's tale once told;
I had no choice but to go out into the cold.
For now - Snip, Snap, Snout,
now my tale is out."
And with that Quee blew out the night light,
and we tumbled in the small bed all night.
