The Infamous Pipedream of Dragoon Baboon

If I could create a nonsensical cartoon,

I would have as its character a silly baboon

Who lives in an old-fashioned western saloon,

And spits long, black spirals in a rusty spittoon.

Dragoon Baboon

  His digs would have gold, brass and silver festoons

With paintings on the walls of colorful balloons.

 All his rooms are a mess, with his music bestrewn,
For he loves to entertain with his woodwind bassoon.

                    Dragoon's Digs              
            
        
               

His breakfast would be honored at every forenoon
With the same menu item of fried crab rangoon
That he caught on his outings with his trusty harpoon,
Which he bought from a pirate for fifteen dragoons.

Cheap Pirate

So, you see, if my ink pen and I were attune
We could write a queer story of Dragoon Baboon
Who got up mid-mornings just to commune
From his music hall mansion we call a saloon,
And eat strange food daily at the crack of forenoon,
And behave as a crab killing, harpooning buffoon.
My bassoon playing, cartoon of Dragoon Baboon.