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Dec 14 2009 1:00pm

I Speak Fluent Giraffe: Rudolph, the Pink-Skinned Deep One

Rudolf the Pink Skinned Deep One, art: Brian Elig

 

Rudolph, the Pink-Skinned Deep One

Rudolph, the pink-skinned Deep One (Deep One!)
had some very rosy skin. (Like a human!)
And if you ever saw him, (Yuck!)
you would even hate his fins. (Like Bologna!)

All of the other Deep Ones (Deep Ones!)
used to laugh and call him names. (Like Sea Monkey!)
They never let poor Rudolph (Pinko!)
join in any Deep One games. (Like water polo!)

Then one shadowy Innsmouth eve
Dagon came to say:
“Rudolph with your skin so pink,
won’t you bring me chum to drink?”

Then all the Deep Ones loved him (Platonically!)
as they shouted out with glee, (Ftaghn!)
Rudolph the Pink-Skinned Deep One,
you’ll go down in history! (Like Crawford Tillinghast!)


Illustration by Brian Elig.
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2 comments
it_came
1. it_came
It came upon the midnight clear,
That hideous chant of old,
From sunken tomb below the sea,
Words numb our hearts with cold:
"In his house at R’lyeh
dead Cthulhu waits dreaming!"
The world in silent horror lay
To hear Cthulhu's wing.

Now through the cloven skies They come
Membranous wings unfurled;
And hear their loathsome cries gloat
O'er all the maddened world:
Above its broken blasted plains
Foul creatures loom slavering,
And ever o'er the screaming sounds
Trails old Cthulhu's wing.

O ye in thrall to ancient cult,
Whose rites presume to know,
Who toil under the Old Ones' sway
With broken minds brought low;
Look now, the risen ancient ones
What horrors do they bring;
Oh fall upon the nightmare road
Beneath Cthulhu's wing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By creatures seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When Great Old Ones arise from sleep
And nameless terrors bring,
The whole world fall to darkness in
Shadow of Cthulhu's wing.

(with apologies)
wm maguire
2. wildgeas
Crawford Tillinghast struck a chord... A character in an old H P Lovecraft story who invented a machine that allowed interaction with denizens of an alternate universe. (It ended in tragedy.) Lovecraft apparently changed the name from his first draft and instead combined two surnames from prominent Rhode Island families of the day. Tillinghast was an early advocate of steam-engine powered factories. I met his grandson in college at Brown (had no idea that he was the scion of a famous family); he was a good guy. In 2005 he was promoted to president of MSNBC. Goes to show ya...

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