Dull cloudy Friday, was it the 13th?
It tantalised and teased,
It tantalised and teased,
Started off easy enough as
they port keyed in, screaming for dear life
landing on a pissed off Jill
Scampering on to tumble into Humpty dumpty....
The king’s men chasing the hungry souls
to a witch selling hot cross buns
For the lad and wench, she simpered....
too tired to deny, no galleons to exchange
a silver ring for passage paid...
The stone doors creaked wide
King Arthur and his knights rode astride,
curtsied in jeans and tops
snitched off pastries from the festive lot...
dozing off to find themselves squeezed
in the Mad Hatter’s chair.
Barely escaped to be waylaid by hunting orcs
the side trip to middle earth all her fault...
Hiding under the great oak in time to watch
the huntsman dragging a pale Snow White.
She managed to catch her errant champ
Muttering “yea might be mistaken for
the prince, the way you wince!”
The Grey bad wolf chasing Red Riding Hood
acted as the last straw....clutching at the star
to be at the place they were before.
She clamped the clasps shut,
tiny hands adding their strength
against an unrelenting Giant;
standing on the Beanstalk.
The brave girl threw it in the air watching
it slide back against its nature
to the dark corner of the ancient shelf
Rubbing his hands free of the dust, he said
"these tomes are not for the faint hearted, Aunt"
Slunk away together; one to her Barbie Doll,
the other to watch "Lighting McQueen" nitro boost away;
the third fast asleep on her lap
oblivious of the preceding chaos and mishaps.
*My silly take for my Muses- my nephews Sidartha and Akshay and niece Aishwarya
* Jack Edward's poem on the Zodiac had me thinking if I could go something similar.
