November 22, 2011
Dear Reader,
The title of page 35 is, "Come Out Your Effin' House." 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 36. I am truly grateful for all of the love, feedback, encouragement and support I receive for this project. Have a great Holiday!
Remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
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Goatwater - Page 34 - Transcript - Come Out Your Effin' House
Ruthie
Listen! There was once a long-legged man
who lived along dutty Zabringo Bay.
We called him Zabringo, dutty Zabringo
and sometimes Zabringolay.
He lived in a shack without door, window or crack.
His neighbors wondered how he came and went
and how he could come back.
We’d say: “Zabringo, if you can hear us, man, come outside your house.
We brought a tall woman for you, Guinness and a plate of souse.
It’s carnival time and you hiding like your name is rat or mouse.
Zabringo, dutty Zabringo, come out your effin’ house.”
I confess it must have been a mad kind of curiosity
because Zabringolay was such a man of mystery.
Those who never met him wondered just how could it be
that a man living in such a small dutty shack
could have the longest legs in history.
One man said, “if Zabringo so tall, then the scoundrel must
be high. Look, I see his knatty head moving about the sky.”
One woman holding a Bible said, “this man they call Zabringolay,
I wonder how long it takes him to get on his knees to pray.”
Her short, unmarried daughter made the mistake of asking
if anyone has ever seen Zabringo in the buff
And if so, is everything else long on him – ?
The holy Mother silenced the virgin with a cuff.
Zabringo, if you can hear us, man, come outside your house.
We have a short woman for you, some herb and a rotting plate of souse.
It’s carnival time and you hiding like your name is rat or mouse.
Zabringo, dutty Zabringo, come out your effin’ house!
Maman
Officer, stop shaking you brown ass! You stirring up my vertigo and dislodging all kinds of thoughts that had cake up, along the insides of my head, since 1492. And take off that stupid, nelly dress and put on a pant. You hat smell of perspiration.
Dear Reader,
The title of page 35 is, "Come Out Your Effin' House." 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 36. I am truly grateful for all of the love, feedback, encouragement and support I receive for this project. Have a great Holiday!
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 34 - Transcript - Come Out Your Effin' House
Ruthie
Listen! There was once a long-legged man
who lived along dutty Zabringo Bay.
We called him Zabringo, dutty Zabringo
and sometimes Zabringolay.
He lived in a shack without door, window or crack.
His neighbors wondered how he came and went
and how he could come back.
We’d say: “Zabringo, if you can hear us, man, come outside your house.
We brought a tall woman for you, Guinness and a plate of souse.
It’s carnival time and you hiding like your name is rat or mouse.
Zabringo, dutty Zabringo, come out your effin’ house.”
I confess it must have been a mad kind of curiosity
because Zabringolay was such a man of mystery.
Those who never met him wondered just how could it be
that a man living in such a small dutty shack
could have the longest legs in history.
One man said, “if Zabringo so tall, then the scoundrel must
be high. Look, I see his knatty head moving about the sky.”
One woman holding a Bible said, “this man they call Zabringolay,
I wonder how long it takes him to get on his knees to pray.”
Her short, unmarried daughter made the mistake of asking
if anyone has ever seen Zabringo in the buff
And if so, is everything else long on him – ?
The holy Mother silenced the virgin with a cuff.
Zabringo, if you can hear us, man, come outside your house.
We have a short woman for you, some herb and a rotting plate of souse.
It’s carnival time and you hiding like your name is rat or mouse.
Zabringo, dutty Zabringo, come out your effin’ house!
Maman
Officer, stop shaking you brown ass! You stirring up my vertigo and dislodging all kinds of thoughts that had cake up, along the insides of my head, since 1492. And take off that stupid, nelly dress and put on a pant. You hat smell of perspiration.
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.
