Part 9: Lollipop

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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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Part 9

Lollipop

 

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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