a children's poem |
In the town of toadstool valley In the land of spongy spores Lived a yellow buttoned jacket That belonged to Captain Moor The captain was a sailorman Who sailed the seven seas In a junk he called Jalopy That floated with the breeze He liked to fish for trinkets And hunt for buried chest But listening to the wee gulls Was the thing he liked the best Now the yellow buttoned jacket Spent its time hung from a nail Aboard the junk, Jalopy Below the starboard sail The jacket dreamed of trousers With matching hat and tie The captain dreamed of treasures And sweet apple butter pie Now it’s true the captains sailing days Upon the mighty seas Were now in toadstool valley Upon lake memories One day while he was fishing For some polka dotted perch His bobber started bobbing While his pole began to lurch He jumped up from his sailor’s seat As he cranked upon the reel The jalopy started spinning fast As he let go of the wheel It spun him to the left so fast Then spun him to the right He even did a summersault As he held the pole so tight It pulled him up, it pulled him down He was tangled taut and true While the junk he called Jalopy Capsized a small canoe Now the captain finally reeled in As Jalopy came about A chest of wood and leather And one purple snouted trout The captain was excited “Oh I wonder what I’ve found” But the trout not so delighted Was flopping up and down “I know you’ve come for dinner” The captain winked at him Then threw him back into the lake “I hope that you can swim” As the captain bent down to inspect To give the chest a pry A whiff he sniffed upon the breeze Of apple butter pie ~ – His mouth it started watering His body started trembling His hands they started fidgeting His voice was softly murmuring – ~ The captain started mumbling He forgot about the chest He turned his boat “Jalopy” And started heading west Now the yellow buttoned jacket Who was supported by the nail Was held in contemplation Below the starboard sail The captain pulled up to a dock Jumped out and tied some lines The yellow buttoned jacket Was released from its confines Next he grabbed the treasure chest Pulled once, and then pulled twice He pulled it to the door with him Just hoping for a slice A lady opened up the door For a moment stared at him The captain smelled the cooling pies Somewhere from deep within “Excuse me mam, Please pardon me But I couldn’t help but smell That pie that I sniff cooling A slice you’d like to sell” “I have a chest of treasures I’d be willing for a deal For just a fork size morsel This treasure is a steal The captain grabbed onto the chest It opened with a tug But the chest was rather empty So the captain gave a shrug “The chest alone is worth 2 pies” She said, and gave a grin “I just moved down the mountain Would be nice to have a friend” The captain sailed away that day With 2 apple butter pies And the yellow buttoned jacket With hope his day was nigh. |