The poem
Sit up, dear children, and do listen well
To the words that I speak and the tale that I tell
A story of triumph, of awe and of grief
A parable fit for both preacher and thief
A clever retelling of mystical lore
Nail-biting drama that’s sure not to bore
So open your eyes! Lift up your chin!
The story of David shall henceforth begin.
High in the Alps there once sat a dark palace
A haven of evil, a sanctum of malice
The halls teemed with demons of every strain
Minotaurs, basilisks, offspring of Cain,
Sirens and satyrs and gorgons and faeries
Mummies and imps and satanic canaries
Monstrous beings brought forth from the nether,
They cackled and shrieked as they plotted together.
These sinister beasts had a dastardly plan
They sought to abort the existence of man
For ages they’d dreamed of that glorious day
When they’d turn Homo Sapiens to Homo Flambé
And now that the planets were almost aligned,
The devils prepared to assail humankind
The poor sons of Adam foresaw not a thing
Just one man could sense what the future would bring.
Under the castle, he hid in his cave,
A scholarly fellow whose friends called him “Dave”
When young he had trained as a scat man in France
And could still shooby-doo-wop-bee-bop when given the chance,
But mostly he sat in his chamber and wrote
Scribbling down records and taking close note
Of the damnable chatter he heard ‘bove his head
Devilish talk that filled David with dread.
Most every night he sat glued to his station
Reading through books on demonic invasion
He fruitlessly studied in grave destitution
‘Til one dreary night when he found the solution
A radical way to extinguish the Fel,
To utterly banish the fiends back to hell
Although his great tactic would come at a price,
That moment it seemed to old David quite nice.
“Yibbity-Yabbity-Eureka!” the scat man exclaimed
As he leapt from his desk like a lion untamed
“The answer, the answer, I’ve found it at last!
This plan shall make demons a thing of the past.
The monks and the friars may offer their prayers
But I don’t need help from the big guy upstairs
I need only trust in my clever old brain
And when morning comes I’ll begin my campaign!”
Early next morning, with switchblade in hand,
The scat master set off to travel the land
He journeyed through countryside day after day
Stopping at cities he found on the way
In each little town he’d assemble the men,
The fathers, the brothers, the nephews, and then,
He’d brandish his knife, and transform the whole lot
Into sniveling eunuchs, as sexless as snot.
The cries of the castrated poisoned the air
Whenever old David demanded his fare
They followed behind him in single file line,
A genderless army of morbid design
For the scat man had learned from his volume of scrolls,
“The bane of all evil are those with pure souls”
So he’d made a legion not tempted by bust
For what could be purer than Man without lust?
He spayed every man from Japan to Somalia
‘Til no guy on earth still possessed genitalia
Arming each soldier with dagger and shield,
They fell into rank in the great, golden field
At the base of the mountain, that black rock of fear
“Brothers!” cried David, “The time dabbity-doobity-draws near
To vanquish the devils; there’s no turning back!
So draw your stilettos and press the attack!”
They charged up the mountain and sounded the cry
Of a million crazed eunuchs all ready to die
The horde reached the summit and smashed down the gate
And the monsters tried fighting, but it was too late
The humans made chase as they fled down the halls
Flinging them ‘round like unwanted old dolls
The men slashed and hacked ‘til their strength was no more
And thousands of demons lay slain on the floor.
“Brothers!” gasped David, still tired from the brawl,
“You’ve sacrificed manhood to safeguard us all!
Back to your homes and your families run!”
So the eunuchs departed; their task finally done.
And all through the world there was singing and dancing
Laughter and fun but, alas, no romancing
Yet troubled old David was far from elated
Something felt off with the peace he’d created.
David was right not to burst into song
For something indeed had gone terribly wrong
Although he had crushed the dark forces of terror,
The zealous old scat man had made a grave error
For when gath’ring eunuchs from every last nation,
David forgot that without procreation
A race will die off ‘cause it simply can’t grow
Unfortunate, yes, but that’s just how things go.
Now two-hundred years after old David’s birth
Humans no longer inhabit the earth
All that remains of this once vibrant species
Is crumbling ruins and fossilized feces
I’m often inclined to sit back and reflect
On how one man destroyed what he sought to protect
Don’t be like David, whatever you do →
Never take desperate measures ‘thout thinking things through! →
And with that I must leave you and go on my way
I hope that you’ve liked all that I’ve had to say
The story of David is simple, I know,
But please keep it with you wherever you go
For though this sad tale may not have all the dressings,
At least it reminds you to count up your blessings
For whether life takes you to Paris or Munich
You can always be thankful that you’re not a Eunuch.