Part 9: Lollipop

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is part 9 of a 9 part series of poems about a fantasy world in which I get stuck. The animals speak, and are generally unhelpful while I try to find a way to get home.

They were all written when I was in my mid to late teens and were received well by my friends at the time. I just thought it would be nice to get them out to a wider audience.

Submitted: September 15, 2017

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Submitted: September 15, 2017



Part 9



I was sitting

On some sand

I had a lollipop

In my hand


On the wrapper

There was a sign

It said tear me open

Along this line


As I ripped

I smelt a smell

It was cherry

And beetroot as well


It didn't smell nice

But I didn't care

I was almost starving

And I had long hair


I had been here

For so long now

The only person I'd met

Was a strange brown cow


Around her neck

Was a large gold bell

She commented on

The beetroot smell


She said it stank

And I agreed

It tasted sour

And rank indeed


My mission here

Was to wait

Until a storm

Would decide my fate


It could hurt me

And cause me harm

Or fly me back

To my homely farm


But what I wanted

Was to get home

The place where animals

Don’t shave with foam


Or talk and dance

And sing rowdy songs

Or walk around

Wearing skimpy thongs


But enough of that

I heard a moo

The cow had spoken

About a shoe


She said she’d seen one

A lonely soul

It must have belonged

To that pest Mole


I wondered why

He would be around these parts

Maybe for that cake stall

Selling muffins and tarts


I thought if I found him

He could help me out

So I got up and walked

And searched all about


Then I got bored

And sat on a stone

I was just going to sleep

When I heard a faint moan


Again I did search

And looked all around

The more I looked

The less I found


Then I heard a shout

And the Mole flew past

He had found all the cloud sheep

And was ever so fast


‘I don’t understand’

I said quite astounded

There wasn’t any lightening

I was completely dumfounded


I just couldn’t work out

How the mole had achieved it

I was trying so hard

I thought I would quit


It just wasn’t fair

I had all the know how

I knew what to do

And spoke language of cow


If only I could ask

The mole what he did

Then that second I spotted

A flask with a lid


I pondered a while

And studied its side

There were no markings

And it wasn’t very wide


The lid was quite golden

And shone in the light

It had an inscription

In the shape of a kite


It read open me up

If you dare

This is just another way

To get from here to there


I twisted the lid

And the cap came off

There was a swirling of smoke

And I proceeded to cough


When I looked up

I was surrounded by trees

My eyes were quite watery

And I could hear some bees


I rubbed at my retinas

Then at my nose

And along came a waft

Of a sweet smelling rose


And then I did see it

Twisted and tough

Bees all around

They couldn’t get enough


They buzzed everywhere

Zipping in and out

Forming a cloud

Weaving about


I realised here

That this was now it

I was back in the forest

Where the sparrow did sit


It smiled again

And looked up and down

Then with a shake of it’s wing

Flew off towards town.

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