Art:Spring Egguinox: 2016/Doodle 9 winning entries

The winning entries for EGGY DOODLE #9: Bookling's Mushroom Egg, since they're much too long for the main Spring Egguinox 2016 page.

Locu

Locu of Cerulean

Don McLean American Pie

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how

That ocean used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those pirates prance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But pale Barnaby made me shiver

With every sunk ship I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the ocean died

So, bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

Did you wear your rumbling glove

And do you have faith in OMs above

If the XO tell you so

Now do you believe in Atlantis

Can Dragoons save your star anise

And can you teach me how to fight without miss

Well, I know that you're in love with her

'Cause I saw you dancin' on the fur

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely pirate pilly'ing thug

With a pink carnation and a sloop that's stuck

Then I knew I was out of luck

The day the ocean died

I started singin'

Bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling bone

But, that's not how it used to be

When the Vargas sang for the kings and queens

In Atropos' coat that's mad of Jeans

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down

The Vargas stole his golden crown

The flag hall was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Clotho read a book on Zeus

The quartet practiced with the boys

And we sang shanties with some poise

The day the ocean died

We were singin'

So, bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a storm rain shelter

Eight miles high and diving fast

Landed flat on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the Vargas on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While doodlers played a swimming tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the pirates tried to take the field

The doodling band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the ocean died

We started singin'

So, bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on guys be nimble, guys be quick

Let's fight with that ugly stick

'Cause stick fights have some weird magic

And as I watched them on the beach

I was preparing for a speech

No pirate born on Flow

Could catch that Brigand's crow

And as the bird climbed high into the night

To herald of the coming blight

I saw Vargas laughing with delight

The day the ocean died

He was singin'

So, bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd bought my first sloop years before

But the man there said the ships are out of stock

And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The big bells all were broken

And the pirate I admire most

Met up with Barny, now he's toast

We're still here and he's a ghost

The day the ocean died

And they were singin'

So, bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

They were singin'

So, bye, bye Miss Piraty Pie

Drove my Sloopy to the lagune but the lagune was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rum

Singin' this'll be the day with that scum

This'll be the day with that scum

Minsiem

Minsiem of Cerulean

Parody of Pork and Beans by Weezer

They said, "ye'll walk the gangplank if ye don't beware."

I tried to appease them, acting so "debonair".

Mutiny's much easier when ye play the fool.

Sooner or later, they'll be on my side o' the pool.

I be doin' the things pirates ought to do,

But all the while, I'll be plotting too,

I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans,

Then chase yer ship across the b-nav screen!

Conspirin' with zombies and skellies and the like,

Ye might wonder what I be trying to hide!

Take a whiff, but ye'll find I don't stink.

Mayhaps I'll tell ye sometime o'er a drink.

Now ye might be wonderin' just what's wrong...

I sure can get a bit unsettlin' as the day grows long.

Old salts say that necromancy is a dying art,

Dead men tell no tales, so I'd say that's just smart...

I be doin' the things pirates ought to do,

But all the while, I'll be plotting too,

I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans,

Then chase yer ship across the b-nav screen!

Conspirin' with zombies and skellies and the like,

Ye might wonder what I be trying to hide!

Take a whiff, but ye'll find I don't stink.

Mayhaps I'll tell ye sometime o'er a drink.

Ye'd best beware,

Oh beware,

Oh beware,

Oh beware,

Oh beware,

Oh beware!

I be doin' the things pirates ought to do,

But all the while, I'll be plotting too,

I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans,

Then chase yer ship across the b-nav screen!

Conspirin' with zombies and skellies and the like,

Ye might wonder what I be trying to hide!

Take a whiff, but ye'll find I don't stink.

Mayhaps I'll tell ye sometime o'er a drink.

Wayfarer

Wayfarer of Meridian

Dean Martin- That's Amore

That's a Blockade

When cannonballs fly like a big pizza pie

That's a blockade,

When the ship seems to spin like you're trapped in a wind,

That's a sink.

Guns will shoot tippy-tippy toot, tippy-tippy toot,

And you'll shout, "I need more sailors!"

They will sail, tippy-tippy tail, tippy-tippy tail,

Until they've raised the score.

When you're in a whirlpool like a pasta fazool

You're in trouble,

When the bilge's climbing high, like the sun in the sky,

You're afraid.

When you think that you're crew's gonna lose the blockade this round, mate,

You might be right, and we'd say back in old Malachite

That's a shame.

But victory, aye, is like a big pizza pie

So delicious.

And it's well worth the fight, if you know that you might

Win the day.

Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling

And you'll drink rum and cheer loud,

Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay

If you win in the blockade, then your day's made.