The Ballad of the Sceptical Schoolboy
Why do I have no beanstalk to climb
and no ogres wife to make my own
And alas I have roamed in every park
And yet found no sword embedded in stone
I used up every day of my summer break
looking for a hole in the little town dam
Not one little scratch not even a pinhole
which I can use my little finger to jam
Last July I went with Pa to the beach
and rubbed every bottle lying on the sand
Not one genie popped out in clouds of smoke
Not even a wish (not even fair Lucille’s hand…)
I even made cousin Tom catch me a frog
and I kissed it when noone was looking
I should get a princess I thought to myself
Frog stayed put, and mom gave me a royal licking
Then last Sunday noon I hopped over to Lucille’s
And I peeped through her bedroom pane
There she lay on her eiderdown bed, quite, still and ashen
The scene awoke the hero within and I leapt (the memory is pain…)
Alas she was not poisoned by an evil stepmother
Nor had she eaten poisoned fruit
Yet I kissed her full on her crimson lips
And as I did, in her room her father set foot.
He whipped my ass for a good half hour
and then he called my dad
Dad took me home and told me she was with fever
And he whipped me too, and dad whips bad
So I think, Sir, that these stories are all make-believe
there are no kings and princes, or goblins or gold,
I spent so long trying to make them true
But I know better now, I am ten years old!!!
So Sir, will you please read this letter of mine
And give me a light sabre sword this year
I have been good you know, (except for the kiss)
And my mom always says I am a son most dear
So I will wake up tomorrow morning early and bright
and hope you had forgotten my flaws
I will run down the stairs two at a time,
so do leave me a sword Santa Claus.
(In a moment of poetic abandon…)
ha ha ha….nice one this!
Sidin, u missed cinderella. You might have gotten lucky with that….
on u sidin, i dont mean to be hard,
but face it dude, u aint no bard
so if u r tired of bloggin prose
y don’t u simblee outsource?
there u go again!
but the little school boy song tugs at some strings somewhere. Sidin,watch Artificial Intelligence(movie by Speilberg). Blue fairies are still around, you just have to beleive in them so hard that they just have to come alive. Cinderalla’s glass slipper and pumpkin carriages, fairy godmothers and beanstalks. we need them more when we grow older. and keep on kissing frogs u never know!
iw
What about the tooth fairy ? but nevertheless a very good read…
Arun
Poetic abandon indeed. Good man. Good. Well, okay, the poetry itself is okay but it does bring fourth the little child so many of us seem to have lost touch with. And it certainly grabbed my attention. Interesting. Good on you mate. Will be back. =)
should seriously consider restricting self to prose— peotry sounds traumatised and forced.:-((
Hey Sidin
I was feeling terribly low and I stumbled on to this and it made me smile so much. Thanks a lot dude. And funnier are the comments.
BTW, I completely identify with it when you say that all those fairytales are false.
regards
Tits