The Ballad of the Many Children
of Sherwyn Egstanson
An operetta in a few parts.
II
I
Sherwyn:
"When we left off we had,
And I am by no means glad-
Discovered I have children
Of whom I'm unaware.
"It's a sorry little thing-
Well, to hear me sing
Is by no means
A pleasant affair.
"Then a shocking revelation,
Of Thurcytel's orientation
Poked its little head
Around the door.
"We were all left confused-"
Riaged:
"Dazed, and bemused-"
Sherwyn:
"When he got down on one knee,
Looking up from the floor, he said-"
Thurcytel:
"Truly, my Riaged,
It'll surely be you I wed,
Think of the things we could
do in the marriage bed.
"Tell me, my honey pie,
Please don't just pass me by,
Give me your answer, just
Give me a nay or aye!"
Riaged:
"I'm sorry, dear Thurcytel,
I don't think this'll work,
And well, frankly I'd have to be
Rather berserk or ill
To even find you attractive."
[Exuent Thurcytel, pursued by a bare-chested man.]
Sherwyn:
"Well now that that's
out the way
We can get on
With the play-"
Riaged:
"Oh, please don't forget-o
This is a libretto,
You are the star of a shoddy
Operetto."
Thurcytel:
"Riaged, truly
That would be operetta,
Riaged, usu'lly
You're not one to
Forget-a.
"Is your head bruised?
Unruly? Or wet-a?"
Sherwyn:
"Why would it matter
If his soft grey matter
Had got wet?- though
If it had been swapped
With the brain of a cat-a,
Then I could see the alarm..."
Thurcytel:
"The rhyming was poor-
Though we're starting to bore,
Our audience sat in the
Theatre floor.
Shall we move on to verse two?"
II
Sherwyn:
"The next child, well
His life won't go well,
And all because of
One midwife.
"Her spelling and grammar-"
Thurcytel:
"Akin to a spanner-"
Sherwyn:
"And her intellect
Largely the same."
Riaged:
"You can talk!"
Sherwyn:
"*Thank you Riaged.*
From the day of his birth,
My fifth child's name was
The source of much mirth.
"The spelling's amiss-"
Riaged:
"She was taking the piss -
A witty joke at
Your expense.
"For you now have a son,
In the world, there's just one
Called Sh-Sh-Sh... Oh sod it
Sherwynson."
Sherwyn:
"It's a rather large shame
That he has that name-"
Riaged:
"Actually, sir, it's hilarious.
He'll never be witty,
Pretty, gregarious,
"Just the boy with a name
Quite nefarious."
Sherwyn:
"You think that's funny?"
Riaged:
"Funnier than this operetta."
Thurcytel:
"I concur."
Sherwyn:
"Thurcytel,
Stay out of this.
Thurcytel,
Go for a piss.
"This is between him and me."
Riaged:
"Sherwyn please,
Avail yourself,
Sherwyn please,
I'll kill myself
"If you don't
Get a bloody rhyming
dictionary."
Thrucytel:
"You mean the-?"
Sherwyn:
"We've had that joke before."
Eadhild:
"
"That joke isn't funny anymore.
It's too close to home and it's
Too near the bone.""
Sherwyn:
"Eadhild, my honey,
You like Morrissey?"
Eadhild:
"Yes. Yes I do."
[Exeunt Eadhild, pursued by nothing.]
Sherwyn:
"I think we should move
To verse three."
III
Sherwyn:
[Downtempo]
"Can we have a moment of silence please?
For this mournful tragedy.
I sing this bit with a bit of unease -
For my daughter Eadgyth is
No more.
"Pnuemonia took her-"
Thurcytel:
"New what? Besides,
I still think you got the wrong one."
Sherwyn:
"Thurcytel, what do you mean?"
Thurcytel:
"You know! The wise woman-
Short stature, big bosoms.
You asked her to kill off you-"
Sherwyn:
"I'm sorry, oh Thurcytel,
I think that you must be ill.
Why don't you have lie down?"
Thurcytel:
"I'm fi-!"
[Exeunt Thurcytel, buffaloed by Sherwyn.]
Sherwyn:
"I sought consolation
In copious copulation.
Surprisingly Eadhild obliged."
Ima De Baucher, Decency & Standards Co. (We're not solicitors.):
"Your Honour, I object,
This isn't morally correct.
I demand that you cease
And desist."
Sherwyn:
"I'm sorry, who are you?-"
Riaged:
"Prob'ly from Kathmandu
If she thinks that this
Contravenes standards.
"It's by no means the worst part
You've surely got no heart
If you interrupt him
While he's grieving."
Ima De Baucher:
"Fine, I will leave,
Make sure there's no
Debauchery-"
Riaged:
"Well, there wont be once you've gone."
[Exeunt Ima De Baucher, pursued by a barely watchable censored film.]
Sherwyn:
"Riaged, that shook me,
She just overlooked the
Rather blatant fact that
I'm grieving."
Riaged:
"Don't worry, my lord,
Your singing's abhorred.
I'd be more than obliged
To take over.
"The fruits of his 'labour'-
Well, his wife was in labour
And soon there was another
In Ælfwyn.
"Then tragedy struck
When our sp- oh fu!-"
[Exeunt Riaged, pursued by a trail of blood.]
Sherwyn:
"Language, Raiged.
Please don't forget-a
This is a fam'ly op'retta-
Besides, we haven't got there yet."
End of Part II