poembego4Garumplefink

 Garumplefink’s Parade

by Walter Bego

I sought the company of wise and honored friends

My desire, to be considered just the same

For prestige is something free that your companion lends

So they added with their presence to my fame

A disturbance down the street upset our tête-à-tête

But before I faced offenders to upbraid

My attention was distracted by this martinet

Leading forth in Garumplefinks parade

Chorus

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Many colors, many glories are displayed

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Find your place in Garumplefink’s parade

Strutting to the fore – a sprightly gnomish man

In a purple vest with shiny buttons brass

Green spot and striped bellbottoms with a Chinese fan

And “power of pride” was stickered to his ass

Following in his step an odd and motley troop

As I had ever hoped to see arrayed

That I felt compelled to leave behind my Vichy soup

And find my place in Garumplefink’s parade

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Many colors, many glories are displayed

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Find your place in Garumplefink’s parade

I ran and fell in step beside a man red-haired

“God loves the Irish” printed on his hat

On the other side a woman in a coat threadbared

“The Polish number one” on her cravat

A striking couple marched ahead, fair blond and thin

Staying to the side to catch the shade

With pretty dimples in her cheeks, as well as in his chin

Showing off in Garumplefink’s parade

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Many colors, many glories are displayed

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Find your place in Garumplefink’s parade

The glittering of diamonds marked the heiress proud

With a knowing smirk, the Marxist’s head did wag

For his virtues did the preacher thank his God out loud

While the patriot unfurled an eight-foot flag

The bigot said his ancestry was lily white

The five-percenter gloried in a darker shade

Maybe just as well they were both too proud to fight

And spoil the festive Garumplefink’s parade

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Many colors, many glories are displayed

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Find your place in Garumplefink’s parade

To a cinder building the gaudy gnome then led us in

And I asked him of the purpose for this run

“I’m grateful you forgot,” he said, “that pride is deadly sin

For now I get to eat you, every one.”

I laughed at his fine wit from the conveyor belt

And denied my peril till I saw the blade

Repentance at this point seemed rather gauche, I felt

So I saw the end of Garumplefink’s parade

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Many colors, many glories are displayed

Garumph garumph Garumplefink

Take your place in Garumplefink’s parade