Once upon a pepper farm
Where Old Man Georgie lost his arm
While grinding on the pepper wheel
And trying all the blades to feel:
"Foorsooth! Is my appendage gone,
And is the pepper wheel turned on?
Had I known the blades were new,
Feeling them I would not do."
That afternoon he gathered all
The city folk from ol' Town Hall.
He called to court his best of friends
And tried them from the first to end.
"Who has my pepper wheel a-touch-ed,
Bringing me to be a-crutch-ed?"
The city folk in disbelief
Said to Georgie through their teeth,
"Less an arm is foul, it's true,
But fouler still is less friends too!"
Old Man Georgie turned bright red
(Like wherefrom his arm had bled),
Whereupon he felt to sung
When at height of fullest lung,
"What's worse is that the pepper stung!"
touch-ed? crutch-ed? We taught you well!
ReplyDeleteSo how do you think of all this stuff?!!!!
It's even funnier reading it outloud.
Mom, can I just say that I am so glad you read it aloud? That is how my poetry is written--with the intent to be read with the voice instead of just the eyes. As far as where I come up with this stuff: I just don't know. I was driving home from dropping off Karen at work about a week ago and the first eight lines of this poem just kind of popped into my head. I don't even know what a pepper wheel is or if such a thing exists. But thank you for reading.
ReplyDeleteMy Tyler, I think that's part of the reason why this poem is such genius. Things don't have to exist for hilarity to ensue.
ReplyDeleteBut really, I love this poem and the story that gets built around Old Man Georgie.