Perpetual Thursday Ramblings, Rantings, Nonsense, and Bunk
Little Tiny Man
Saturday, March 18, 2006
One O'ClockA Poem by Patrick J. SimmonsA little tiny man hid in a little tiny room,
waiting for the clock to strike one.
For he had an evil plan to bring gloom unto the land
And that was when the deed was too be done.
He took a little box, And he filled it up with rocks,
And set it in a windowsill to sun.
For hidden neath' the stones, was a creature who alone,
Could bring an end to everybody's fun.
It had two legs and had two arms,
Just like you and I,
But it could only cause us harms,
And make our joy all die.
But as the little man rubbed his greedy little hands,
A boy into the room silently crept.
And stepped upon the box, the creature crushed under his socks,
And the evil little man now sadly wept.
And running to the door the man tried win once more,
But was stopped by another little slip.
The boy took a step back, to se upon what he had smacked,
And over a little block he did trip.
He landed on the little man with a nice resounding "WHAM."
And though the story ends at last, at not one, but still half-past.
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No, I'm not a poet. But it's fun to dabble now and then.
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