*Disclaimer* I have the utmost respect for the works of Edgar Allan Poe and would never try to mutilate or mock them in any way. However, inspiration struck and this piece developed. By the bye, the improper grammar is characteristic of the speaker's voice.
Bananabelly
(With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
‘Twas many and many a mont ago,
in my sandbox by da sea
dat a puppy dere lived whom may be known
‘cause I call her Bananabelly
and dis puppy she lived with no udder thought
dan to eat and to pee on trees.
She was a baby and I was a toddler,
in my sandbox by da sea
but we wuvved wit a wuv dat was more dan wuv,
I and my Bananabelly—
for dis wuv dat da masked men of da pound
hated her ‘n me.
‘N dis was da raisin dat, long ago,
in my sandbox by da sea,
a truck drove down da street one day
strikin' my Bananabelly;
so dat da animal cleanup came
and took her away from me,
to shut her up in da animal shelter
near my sandbox by da sea.
Da pound men, not half so happy in town,
went lookin’ for her ‘n me
Yeah! Dat was da raisin (as everyone knows,
in my sandbox by da sea)
dat da truck came barrelin' down da road, strikin'
and killin' my Bananabelly.
But our wuv it was stronger by lots dan da wuv
of dose real older dan us
of dose far smarter dan us
‘n neider da angels in Heaven above,
nor da demons down under da mess,
can ever remove da ticks from da licks
of da pretty Bananabellbess.
For da moon never beams witout bringin’ me dreams
of da pretty Bananabelly;
‘n da stars never rise but I see da bright eyes
of da pretty Bananabelly;
‘n so, all da bedtimes, I lie down by da side
of my doggy, my doggy, my friend ‘n my pride,
in her salt shaker dere by da sea
in her box by da crashin’ sea.
