So Call Me Ishmael, Maybe
So Call Me Ishmael, Maybe
I stab at thee from Hell.
Doth magnetic virtue tell
the compasses of all
those ships bring them this way?
I trade my soul for a fish
at last then we must kiss.
I was looking for this
and now you’re in my way.
Your stare was holding.
Ripped skin, blubber showing.
Cold day, wind was blowing.
Where do you think you’re going baby?
Hey I just found you, and this is crazy
But here’s my harpoon, so call me Ishmael maybe.
In ev’ry light, at you lady
777’s a number, so call me Ishmael maybe.
So Call Me Maybe
—
“Moby Dick”, modern edition
Sung to the tune of “So Call Me Maybe”
Copyright © 2012 Henry Edward Hardy
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Scanlyze is an online magazine of essays, commentary, satire, and analysis. Were we half as clever, for inspiration we would take Mark Twain, Ambrose Bierce, Swift, Montaigne, or Seneca.
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Freekin’ funny… even if 98% of the people will not have the slightest idea what the heck you are talking about. I am glad I do. Well, I have no idea how the song goes, but the whale thing…oh, yeah.
Glad you enjoyed that. Here’s the song so you can sing along with my new lyrics! :)
My old computer doesn’t do links, so I couldn’t see it. Sorry. But I love that you do not talk down to your readers.