Mrs. Cannibalee


Sources: Much of this parody of Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee” comes from C.F Lummis’s A Poe-m of Passion in The World’s Wit and Humor, Volume IV, p. 272. But it seems to have been modified slightly by a patient of Harold F. Searles and it is the modified version you see below. See Collected Papers on Schizophrenia and Other Subjects, p.484-485.


It was many and many a day ago,

In a city you all can see,

That a maiden lived whom you might know,

            By the name of Cannibalee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

            Than a passionate fondness for me.


I was a lad and she was a lass;

            I hoped that her tastes were free.

But she loved with a love that was more than a love,

            My yearning Cannibalee;

With a love that could take me roast, or fried,

            Or raw, as the case might be.


And that is the reason that long ago,

            In a city you all can see,

I had to turn the tables and eat

            My ardent Cannibalee

Not really because I was fond of her,

            But to check her fondness for me.


But the stars never rise but I think of the size

            Of my hot-potted Cannibalee.

And the moon never stares but it brings me nightmares

Of my spare rib Cannibalee;

            And all the night tide she is restless inside

Is my still indigestible dinner belle bride,

            In her pallid tomb, all rent free,

In her carnivorous sepulchre – me.