November 1, 2011
Dear Reader,
It's November! The title of page 32 is, "Rhyming In The Rum Room." You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Make sure you Zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. Next Tuesday, I post page 33. Have a great week!
Remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
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Goatwater - Page 32 - Transcript - Rhyming In The Rum Room
Officer Leopold
Octaroon, am I dreaming? It’s half past Iniquity already and the year is well into 1492, Sister is wanted for both madness and murder. Missus has deteriorated into a bodiless, babbling little head. But virgins don’t murder, do they? They don’t know how! And a head is Lord of its body and a body is subjected to the guidance of its head. How do you explain all this?
Ruthie
It’s inexplicable, Officer, and the name is, Ruthie. With Missus in limbo, The Octaroon has now taken over La Fete. I enjoy chatting with you, believe me I do but I am the only one working the Rum Room tonight, so if I don’t sing for you, I don’t eat and they no longer higher class act bitches like me at The Peola Club. It’s now for Octaroon Perfomers, only. So bear with me:
(sings)
Officer Leopold I am merely a mulatto.
I am nothing next to that Octaroon, you baboon.
The sweetest cherries are red
mixed with yellow and cream (heavy cream)
so come let me find you a thick wooden spoon.
Officer Leopold
Adorable! Allow me to sing the next stanza:
(sings)
I’ll take my rum with coitus, Ruthie,
Post-coitus we’ll devour stew chicken with sweet ginger beer. Girl, come here!
Then perhaps Miss Octaroon will come join us,
(oh, pretty, pretty please, God)
And lead us all in a dirty lil prayer –
But wait! Have I gone mad? Rhyming in song is not only illogical, it’s illegal and so is sleeping. But I was put to sleep, Ruthie. By who, you ask? By a revolting Reveller, that’s who. Yes, I did intentionally spit. Now, where the Devil is Goodman? I’m getting well irritated with waiting for that abominable man. I declare this weird world of yours to be in a state of ruin and therefore outside my jurisdiction. But, you, right now, are not, my dear. Dark Rum with light, easy coitus, please! I said, light now, I said, light!
Dear Reader,
It's November! The title of page 32 is, "Rhyming In The Rum Room." You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Make sure you Zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. Next Tuesday, I post page 33. Have a great week!
Remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
You can now link to the Table of Contents on every page. Click here to start at the beginning of this webcomic. Have a great week and remember that Goatwater is updated every Tuesday. Email any questions or comments to bassacards(at) yahoo.com.
If this is your first time visiting this site, or you are a regular reader, email me at the address above if you want me to add you to my mailing list so that I can send you an email reminder, every Tuesday, when I’ve added the new page. No spam, and I will not share your email with anybody else, just the link to the new page and some update information, if I have any. And feel free to let me know, at any time, if you want to stop receiving the weekly emails. Thank you for your support!
Goatwater - Page 32 - Transcript - Rhyming In The Rum Room
Officer Leopold
Octaroon, am I dreaming? It’s half past Iniquity already and the year is well into 1492, Sister is wanted for both madness and murder. Missus has deteriorated into a bodiless, babbling little head. But virgins don’t murder, do they? They don’t know how! And a head is Lord of its body and a body is subjected to the guidance of its head. How do you explain all this?
Ruthie
It’s inexplicable, Officer, and the name is, Ruthie. With Missus in limbo, The Octaroon has now taken over La Fete. I enjoy chatting with you, believe me I do but I am the only one working the Rum Room tonight, so if I don’t sing for you, I don’t eat and they no longer higher class act bitches like me at The Peola Club. It’s now for Octaroon Perfomers, only. So bear with me:
(sings)
Officer Leopold I am merely a mulatto.
I am nothing next to that Octaroon, you baboon.
The sweetest cherries are red
mixed with yellow and cream (heavy cream)
so come let me find you a thick wooden spoon.
Officer Leopold
Adorable! Allow me to sing the next stanza:
(sings)
I’ll take my rum with coitus, Ruthie,
Post-coitus we’ll devour stew chicken with sweet ginger beer. Girl, come here!
Then perhaps Miss Octaroon will come join us,
(oh, pretty, pretty please, God)
And lead us all in a dirty lil prayer –
But wait! Have I gone mad? Rhyming in song is not only illogical, it’s illegal and so is sleeping. But I was put to sleep, Ruthie. By who, you ask? By a revolting Reveller, that’s who. Yes, I did intentionally spit. Now, where the Devil is Goodman? I’m getting well irritated with waiting for that abominable man. I declare this weird world of yours to be in a state of ruin and therefore outside my jurisdiction. But, you, right now, are not, my dear. Dark Rum with light, easy coitus, please! I said, light now, I said, light!
Goatwater
Copyright 2011
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
Copyright 2011
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
