2005

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.