Random challenge piece that I could not see myself seriously writing...so I wrote it with humor instead.
How Dare They Take Our Fun?
A tale of youth lost.
The time has come my friends for us to show
The world again that we are what they wish
To be! To stand against a common foe,
And feed their worthless hides right to the fish!
They've stepped too far, they've said too much,
Their words are lies, their vulgar deeds disgust,
With me you know you'll find your needs, and such
Fine fiends will to the fires of fondue be forced.
With me you get what they forbid, Pixi sticks
And Muskateers, some Milky way and Mike
'n Ike shall come your way. We dare to mix
Our drinks, our bowls of punch we dare to spike!
Indeed you now 'gain hear the truth! They ban
sugar, liquor, and fun! Silenced ditties
And halted dance, they use their big red crayon
To strike away our earned felicity!
The government has 'slaved us all! Their lies
Are far too much to bear. We must, it seems,
Stretch forth our grasping hands to reach new skies,
And in the end forgo our loss of dreams.
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Friday, February 27, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Week 2
Little Red Sneakers
When I was young, I'd run through the park,
All leaping and laughing and games on a lark,
And all through the time on my little boy feet,
My little red sneakers pounded beats on the street.
My pride and joy, the sneakers were king,
And among all my friends, they were indeed supreme,
From Nancy's sleek slippers to Dylan's blue boots,
My sneakers won the pots with aces in all suits.
I wore them both out with fun on all days,
In the sun or jumping in puddles to play,
In forts and castles and fields and trees,
With my sneakers I ran and flew like the breeze.
But those days are done and gone and past,
And I look back now and sigh at time lost so fast,
At games gone missing, and stories untold,
And I mourn the loss of my sneakers of old.
But in the end, I know that time has come,
Their days long over of traveling, to and from,
And today a new day dawns- something new to smile at,
For today my son gets his own red sneakers.
His turn.
How's that?
When I was young, I'd run through the park,
All leaping and laughing and games on a lark,
And all through the time on my little boy feet,
My little red sneakers pounded beats on the street.
My pride and joy, the sneakers were king,
And among all my friends, they were indeed supreme,
From Nancy's sleek slippers to Dylan's blue boots,
My sneakers won the pots with aces in all suits.
I wore them both out with fun on all days,
In the sun or jumping in puddles to play,
In forts and castles and fields and trees,
With my sneakers I ran and flew like the breeze.
But those days are done and gone and past,
And I look back now and sigh at time lost so fast,
At games gone missing, and stories untold,
And I mourn the loss of my sneakers of old.
But in the end, I know that time has come,
Their days long over of traveling, to and from,
And today a new day dawns- something new to smile at,
For today my son gets his own red sneakers.
His turn.
How's that?
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