A Loewe Trick

Last night, couldn't sleep (and wouldn't sleep), owing to an ill-defined itch to parody the chorus of Jolson's "Avalon." (I find no convenient link to assist those who don't remember the tune; you'll have to go rummage through those old Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole records.)

This morning, after wrestling with "Caliban" ("I much prefer the Taliban to Caliban") and dipping into "billabong" ("Let's charge a glass or fill a bong to billabong"), I settled on "Camelot." The result turned out to be the most frightful drivel:

The topless tow'rs of Camelot
Are moss-grown stubs;
The fabled arms of Camelot
Adorn men's clubs;
The drawbridge into Camelot
Has gone to pot--
And that's why people swam a lot
In Camelot.

Lyric © 2005 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov