NOTE: This poem written as a potential cartoon – lacking the drawings. Artists are encouraged to consider illustrating the following. The paintings adorning these lines, by Joe Brainard and David Sallle, should give you some ideas.
Hooray for Captain Spaulding
I’m a poet not a madame:
ny name isn't Adam
and I'm not balding.
My name is Captain Spaulding
the African explorer
(did someone call me Shnorrer?)
Hooray hooray hooray!
In San Francisco,
I fried myself in Crisco
to signify my virtue,
and I collected books
by famous crooks
I'd like to sell to you.
Step right up to buy
my early British editions
of classic sci-fi visions
because I'm just one guy
who has to die.
You no want to know why.
I’m a poet not a madame:
ny name isn't Adam
and I'm not balding
My name is Captain Spaulding
the African explorer
(did someone call me Shnorrer?)
Hooray hooray hooray.
— Noah Count