NaPM April 4 2013

[NakedBear]

Pickled Ballad

You want to hear a silly tale?
Allow me to recount to you
of Tommy Pickles, and the trail
he forged with dill; both sons of Stu,
that foolish Pa who lost his two
young boys, along with grim Reptar.
It’s fine he did; they did come through
the forest where their dark fears are.

Poor Lil and Phil began to wail
when that green dino wagon flew
from road to pines, as Chuck so frail
had cried, while dear boy Tommy knew
that they’d be fine if they but drew
Reptar behind brave Spike, down far
paths twisting past tall trees to hew
the forest where their dark fears are.

Yet soon their bonds began to fail,
but then both friends and blood renewed
all love between themselves, while tail
wagged Spike, their dog who chased all through
the brush some monkeys from the zoo,
and with a wolf was keen to spar
to save from death his baby crew,
in forests where their dark fears are.

With courage, and a smart pooch, too,
they reached at last the big folks car.
Then Dill did speak for all: “and screw
that forest, where our dark fears are.”

Phew! I thought it'd be more fun to write this thing.