... the old black rum
I Wished Upon A Falling Star
I wished upon a falling star
And it fell right on my head
I stumbled to the bathroom door
But it was the garden shed
I fiercely fought the Kracken beasts
Entangled in their den
Fangs and claws and skinny necks
I thrashed and kicked them dead
I stumbled out and ran for life
How'd they get in my shed?
Down the street, for haven sought
And hid behind yon garden rocks
I must have warped through time itself
For I heard a maiden call,
Hark, who hides in frigging rocks
You've crushed my treasured holly hocks
With mustard of the bravest knight
I staggered through yon goldfish moot
And fell upon your wooden boat,
I must have scared your furry bunny boots,
Cause they tried to kick me in the snoot.
I woke up in the strangest place,
Soft and frill with maiden's lace,
Which held me tight, from neck to waist
An ancient courting rite, I think I like.
You dabbed and cleaned my tender wounds
Wiped my head of dragon's goo
Strange it smelled of diesel fuel,
And your smile was for me I knew.....
For days and days my fever ruled,
You held my hand and kept me cool.
When the madness was finally through
The queen of my castle, became you.
(I finally fixed the star on the roof, replace my smashed and broken rakes
And locked the garden shed)
James Parker Haley mar 29, 2000
[This message has been edited by Haleyja (edited 03-31-2000).]