Competition No 3876
A Bob Dylan version of a Dylan Thomas poem, or a Dylan Thomas version of a Bob Dylan song.
Underground Milk Wood
First Voice: Mr Pritchard is in the woodshed,
Preparing a pipe of asthma mixture.
Rev. Eli Jenkins: I’m on the cobblestreets
Thinking about the Eisteddfod.
First Voice: Myfanwy comes fleet foot
Face full of bible-black soot.
Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard: Keep a clean nose,
Watch out for P.C. Atilla Rees.
You don’t need a weather forecast
To know that the slow musical wind is blowing on Llareggub.
Gossamer Beynon: He was the brightest boy in school,
Went to Cambridge University;
Now they’ve put him on the day shift.
Rev Eli Jenkins: Light yourself a candle…
Mrs Waldo: …But don’t wear sandals,
Or what’ll the neighbours say.
First voice: The pump is as desert-dry as an old donkey’s dugs,
For Nogood Boyo and his pals have stolen the handles.