THEIR TOES BURST OUT OF THE SHOES THEY WORE
The Selfish Giant -- Sophia Spaid
The Forgetful Boy was far smarter than he seemed;
The Smiling Girl too was more worldly than she let on.
While the Forgetful Boy bartered with unchartered dreams,
The Smiling Girl strung Cupid’s bow with Angel song.
The much-sung Legend wrongly goes that aeons ago,
The two shared a single heart and touched Summer-long.
In actuality, though, Destiny always goes for the low blow –
Awakened by shells at daybreak, Love meant hell & Art was gone.
The Smiling Girl too was more worldly than she let on.
While the Forgetful Boy bartered with unchartered dreams,
The Smiling Girl strung Cupid’s bow with Angel song.
The much-sung Legend wrongly goes that aeons ago,
The two shared a single heart and touched Summer-long.
In actuality, though, Destiny always goes for the low blow –
Awakened by shells at daybreak, Love meant hell & Art was gone.
The Selfish Giant always wanted something that wasn’t his;
The Children frolicked in his Garden while he wasn’t there.
As the Children jubilantly played football in innocent bliss,
The Selfish Giant put up a sign saying, “Trespassers Beware”.
But I believe Oscar Wilde’s adaptation of the Legend is remiss,
For he says the kids are reprieved by the Giant on his huge chair.
In actuality, he plonked the kids in his mouth and its smoky abyss –
As his body digested, the first part to burn was always the hair.
The Children frolicked in his Garden while he wasn’t there.
As the Children jubilantly played football in innocent bliss,
The Selfish Giant put up a sign saying, “Trespassers Beware”.
But I believe Oscar Wilde’s adaptation of the Legend is remiss,
For he says the kids are reprieved by the Giant on his huge chair.
In actuality, he plonked the kids in his mouth and its smoky abyss –
As his body digested, the first part to burn was always the hair.
The Poor Man felt lucky so he bought a Lottery ticket for a dime;
Of course, the chances of winning the jackpot were next to none.
While the Poor Man was a hard worker, to win would be no crime,
So imagine his elated shock when he realised that he had won.
Although I am a cynic, it’s clear the Poor Man had done his time,
For he had laboured past his prime, and he married a flirtatious nun.
In actuality, he lived a happy life because sometimes the stars align;
He and the nun had fun becoming one with a ton of wine in the sun.
Of course, the chances of winning the jackpot were next to none.
While the Poor Man was a hard worker, to win would be no crime,
So imagine his elated shock when he realised that he had won.
Although I am a cynic, it’s clear the Poor Man had done his time,
For he had laboured past his prime, and he married a flirtatious nun.
In actuality, he lived a happy life because sometimes the stars align;
He and the nun had fun becoming one with a ton of wine in the sun.
There’s a message to every story, even if it’s wanting to be accepted;
There’s a haemorrhage every second but it’s not over until it’s over.
Every day is naught but a play even if we don’t know it it’s directed,
For even though I wrote the words to this beat I am not its composer.
I wanted to be dead & soon I’ll limp to the moon as I always expected,
But until then I shall remain a heady joker sobered only by Jehovah.
You can grasp at Leaves of Grass and shove it up the arse of the sceptic,
But however intrepid you are you shall never find a forty-leaf clover!
There’s a haemorrhage every second but it’s not over until it’s over.
Every day is naught but a play even if we don’t know it it’s directed,
For even though I wrote the words to this beat I am not its composer.
I wanted to be dead & soon I’ll limp to the moon as I always expected,
But until then I shall remain a heady joker sobered only by Jehovah.
You can grasp at Leaves of Grass and shove it up the arse of the sceptic,
But however intrepid you are you shall never find a forty-leaf clover!
The Selfish Giant -- Sophia Spaid