Charles Edward Carryl

New York City, New York
Charles Edward Carryl
New York City, New York

The Walloping Window Blind

Rating: 3.2
A capital ship for an ocean trip
Was the Walloping Window Blind.
No gale that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain's mind.

The man at the wheel was taught to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow.
And it often appeared when the weather had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below.

The boatswain's mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement too;
And he played hopscotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew.

And the gunner we had was apparently mad
For he stood on the cannon's tail,
And fired salutes in the captain's boots
In the teeth of a booming gale.

The captain sat in a commodore's hat
And dined in a royal way
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
And gummery bread each day.

But the rest of us ate from an odious plate
For the food that was given the crew
Was a number of tons of hot cross buns
Chopped up with sugar and glue.

We all felt ill as mariners will
On a diet that's cheap and rude,
And the poop deck shook when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food.

Then nautical pride we laid aside,
And we cast the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles
And the Anagzanders roar.

Composed of sand was that favored land
And trimmed in cinnamon straws;
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the Tickletoeteasers claws.

We climbed to the edge of a sandy ledge
And soared with the whistling bee,
And we only stopped at four o'clock
For a pot of cinnamon tea.

From dawn to dark, on rubagub bark
We fed, till we all had grown
Uncommonly thin. Then a boat blew in
On a wind from the torriby zone.

She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care,
And we cheerily put to sea.
We plotted a course for the Land of Blue Horse,
Due west 'cross the Peppermint Sea.
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COMMENTS
Joey Markenson 25 February 2020
IT GOES WWWAAAAAYYYYYYY TO FAST! ! ! GOSH!
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Harshita singh 31 October 2019
It is a pretty nice poem, I kinda liked it a lot
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Albert Einstein 13 May 2019
this poem sounded like a fat fart
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JJ Smith 20 January 2019
This version seems to have been politically correctified I recall that the cook was Dutch and behaved as such. Also, the crew had grown uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk sailed up.
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Mimmi 14 September 2018
The purpose is fun. What's wrong with that?
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Brian Tuominen 28 July 2018
Not the same version as I read in the 1960's from Favourite Poems to Read Aloud, but certainly a pleasant memory to run across it again.
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Linda Payton 02 June 2018
I found this poem in some papers from my grammar school days.
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Joe Martino 18 February 2018
I remember it from grade school days, in the 1930s. I used to sing my children to sleep with it.
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Smelly Cookie 08 February 2017
lick my cat john cena you fat idiot
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Smelly Cookie 08 February 2017
eat some bread berry 'fart noise'
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