March 15, 2010 Two Fun Poems
Here are two light-hearted poems I have written recently. The second, based upon Ovid’s Metamorphoses and inspired by Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes, features a little help from a friend of mine.
Once There Was an Expedition
Once there was an expedition,
Led by Joseph Robert Tiffon.
He travelled far through wicked lands,
Crossed great deserts of shifting sands.
But when at last he reached the sea,
He made a great discovery.
He found a creature, ere unknown,
That often tried to kill its own!
The Beast, though bright, had no remorse,
And brutal was its martial force.
Its habitat had been destroyed,
Yet it was not a bit annoyed,
It bulldozed on through rain and shine,
‘Til all the water left was brine,
While black sludge flowed across the ground,
The beast, for once, made not a sound.
For morals Tiffon looked in vain,
But none were found, in Beast profane,
The expedition fled in fright,
‘It’s not in mind when not in sight!’
But visions of the Beast still pass
When they peer in the looking glass.
A Classical Education
Once there lived a girl called Scylla,
Who in a flash became a killer!
She fell in love with Minos fair,
And stole her father’s magic hair.
Without this lock her father died,
But cruel Scylla, no tears she cried!
With the security of the realm,
Minos moved to overwhelm.
But Minos by this was not pleased,
And back to Crete at once he flees,
Scylla dives in and starts to follow,
But what’s this! She’s become a swallow!
No happy ending has this story,
For her father, in all his glory,
As an eagle chased her far,
And forever now above they spar.
Once there lived a girl called Scylla,
Who in a flash became a killer!
She fell in love with Minos fair,
And stole her father’s magic hair.
Without this lock her father died,
But cruel Scylla, no tears she cried!
With the security of the realm,
Minos moved to overwhelm.
But Minos by this was not pleased,
And back to Crete at once he flees,
Scylla dives in and starts to follow,
But what’s this! She’s become a swallow!
No happy ending has this story,
For her father, in all his glory,
As an eagle chased her far,
And forever now above they spar.
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