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Monty Python meets Quixote
by Charlie Morgani'm in a Monty Python skit;
the one where the guy says
nobody sees him.
soon he disappears, proving
his posit of not being seen.
then, Graham interviews Eric
but Eric can't be seen.
that's me; not being seen.
as Aldonza says to Quixote:
'why do you call me Dulcinea?'
Quixote affirms: 'that is your name,
Dulcinea, woman. woman is radiance:
light for man, she is the soul of man.'
'the world's a dung heap, she says.
and we're all maggots on it.'
the Pythons wake me calling roll.
Cleese banging the dead parrot
at Micheal, exorting: 'this parrot
is dead. bloody-dead, you hear?'
Sancho saddles-up on his donkey
compelling Quixote to 'come on!'
windmills turn in the distance.
05/01/2009 Posted on 05/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/01/09 at 05:03 PM Ah but perhaps the parrot has "just a flesh wound after all" and your poetry is whimsical, mixing a classic with a classic comedy and I grin at all the nights I have spent watching the circus and the times I have spent fighting with windmills...smh |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/01/09 at 05:08 PM Send this to John Cleese. He'll love it. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/01/09 at 05:09 PM Hehehe. Monty Python. My favorite! "THIS parrot has ceased to BE. It is an X-PARROT." Or, wait, maybe we're just "pinin' for the Fiords". That's me, just pinin away. Hey, wanna go to the cheeeeeze shoppe? *hugging you* Love ya, Charles!!! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/01/09 at 05:12 PM Your poem is silly-walking through my windmills  |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/01/09 at 07:47 PM how do I comment amongst these other comments? thoroughly enjoyed this... |
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