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Wednesday, 4 August 2010

A Day

Once upon a time
I lay in a bed of gold
And as I lay silent sleeping
The garden began to grow
Wild flowers, with their strangely
Coloured blooms, they flourished
In the shameful showers, as you warned
Of sparkling doom, so for I while I accepted
And sat in the colourful gloom
And then understood why I was troubled
And I ran from this perfect place
As they flowers died, malnourished.
But oh, did the rain follow me
It fed the hungry cracks, with teeth
So sharp I tried not to look
Lest I fall victim to the lack
Of what you can an environment
And what I called, a gaol
And then you mocked me for the word
And I thought that I could not prevail

But I skipped into the forest
Where I saw the weary wolf
Who told me he was tired,
And In his scary arms he engulfed-

Me in a fatherly embrace, as of yet
To me unknown, and then  I smiled
As with her grace, she returned from the hood
 And by her shining face, I saw she was with child

“How wonderful it must be!”
Said I, “to bring up what came from the wild
In it”, and even more wonderful was her reply:
“Oh, it fell into place within a minute!”
At that point it was strange, for I thought
I felt the need, to close my ears and hide my eyes!
From what you called the devils creed.

But they were not who I sought.

Onwards I did walk, till
I happened across three bears
I began to shriek and yell
And funnily, they became scared!

They then apologised profusely
For having caused me such a fright
And then a pretty blonde girl asked me
If I would like to stay the night?
Her hair was long and splendid,
Her face a lovely shape, and so
Something which I’m sure must have been forbidden
I carried out, and there was no woe!
Strange I added to myself, after having left
Their care, how all I seemed to know before
Doesn’t really seem to fair
That well in this world well and true
It seems much nicer than home, for sure!
It was nearing noon, when with much dismay
I chanced upon a sleeping man
He soon awoke, and cried out “Wolf!”
And suddenly, from everywhere people ran
Towards this sound and then they sighed
“Not again, but do keep an eye!”
At this time I felt a bit bizarre,
So I followed one of the people home
She told me stories about her pleasant life
But I found out she lived all alone!
“But don’t you want a golden ring?
Or to wear  a sweeping whitened dress?”
At which point a man he just walked in!
And all she said was “sorry dear, I am a mess”
And then she seemed to slyly confess,
That she and this man shared a bed!
In all my years, such a fantasy had never entered my head
For if I were to mention this way back home,
Then surely any hope of living would be dead!
Now I’m no expert, but I could tell
This young couple were quite fond of me
And with such happiness, they kindly asked
If  would like to be with them, in a three!
I was quite shocked, but I declined, and then asked
“Won’t your relationship be worth nothing at all?”
To which they heartily chucked, but then stood fast:
“We’ve done it many times before, and we’ve yet to take a fall”
Oh My! I do wonder how many more I can find
Of people, not ordinary, yet not deaf or blind
In fact, above all, they seem to be quite kind
And I am happy, I have left my old home behind.

For if they knew the way I lived today!
I would no longer be the apple of their eye.
I bit into one, along the way, and no serpent came
And told me why things are the way they are,
And now I know.
People are people.
With or without rings,
Liking apples or oranges, they’re still people
And that’s the most important thing.

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