An Ancient Pastiche: Trailerparky

POST #33
PASTICHE, including  PARODY-LYRICS:  (Pastiche implies the use of several sources,  even several art-forms, as a vehicle for the parody)

ORIGINAL SONG: "Greensleeves", traditional. 

ORIGINAL POEMS: Lyrics are based in part on the poems "Jabberwocky"1871, Lewis Carroll for stanza 1-8, and "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"1819, John Keats, for stanza 9. 
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, 2001 and 2014. 

KEYWORDS: pastiche, poetry, traditionalsong

You can view these lyrics and commentary displayed on a parody-lyrics website at AmIRight.com Post "Trailerparky"

The protagonist of this pseudo-medieval tale acted as treasurer of a de facto condominium involving 25 cottage properties at the northern edge of Lake Erie, in the Township of Malahide (yes!). Drama developed when the owner of a large adjacent shorefront property, under financial duress, threatened to sell a portion of his land (which included a sizable 'frog-pond') for a trailerpark development.

The traditional tune "Greensleeves"

TRAILERPARKY

( to the tune of "Greensleeves")

'Twas April, and the faulty stoves

Were piled beside the sagging gate;

All fish-flied were the poplar groves,

 With plumbing opened late.

Carroll and Alice Lidell
(fanciful portrait)

"Beware the Trailerpark, my son!

The johns that flush! porch swings that glide!

Beware E. coli counts, and shun

Approvious Malahide !"

At 'condo, sort-of' heads they shook:

Long floating loan-forms he prepares - 

So co-signed he, with the Private Three

At the Bank of M upstairs.

And as the roadway bills he paid

Erie-storms the clay did shift.

The drained Cement-and-Gravel Way

Lay rubbled ' neath the cliff.

  

Back tax! back tax! the Feds they forced

The neighbour's plans deflated twice !

He played his hand, and copped the land

At a freshly garnished price. 

And hast thou bought the Marshy-Flats ?

Come to the Tuck-Shop brunch !", they voice.

"Mosquito breeds, O Noxious Weeds !

But we have no other choice."  

'Twas August, and the slant-cut poles

 Were tied and turgid by the gate:

 All pansied were the Old-road's holes,

 Clay cliffs, west of the site of the story

 And the levy-cheques post-date.

By autumn, at the condo's shore

Did tires the tree-drift beach retread;

All frogsy was OUR pond, and for 

The moment books out-red.

 And this is why few snowbird here,

 Valve-closed or winter-watering,

 'Though sludge is filtered from the lake,

 And no bugs sting.

Lake Erie cliffs, looking west

La Belle Dame
 Sans Merci

Performing Notes

'Twas [Dm] April, and the [C] faulty [Am] stoves

Were [Dm] piled beside the [Am] sagging gate;

All [Dm] fish-flied [F] were the [C] poplar [Am] groves,

With [Dm] plumbing [A7] opened [Dm] late.

"Be[F]ware the Trailer[C]park, my [Am] son!

The [Dm] johns that flush! porch [A] swings that glide!

Be[F] ware E. coli [C] counts, and [Am] shun

Ap[Dm]provious [A7] Mala[Dm]hide !"

...............

...............

And [Dm] this is [F] why few [C] snowbird [Am] here,

Valve-[Dm] closed or winter-[Am]-watering,

'Though [Dm] sludge is [F] filtered [C] from the [Am] lake,

 And [Dm] no [A7] bugs [Dm] sting.