Story-poem I wrote today will proctoring the PSAT. It's what you do when kids are testing. |
When once I sought to pen a rhyme a swashbuckling tale for child o’ mine, a struggle was had to find the words that would befit this fantastic verse; my child wished for adventures at sea, with captains and pirates and maladies, buried gold and treasure maps battles with swords and boisterous chaps. So with pen in hand I sought to write the story of him known as Jack the Knife. I imagined a dark and swarthy man ‘Twas step one of my master plan. But that child of mind did not agree! He wanted a pirate of pedigree! With charm, with style, with grace and class Jack the Knife would have to pass! So my next attempt at advent’rous tale Involved a ship with tattered sails! But a pirate flag did fly so high-- skulls and crossbones brought shrieks and sighs; But still the boy would not be pleased! His wants were great and not be appeased! So again I set forth to write an ode about a pirate’s plight. Captured on the raging seas our villain begged mercy on his knees. His mighty foe brandished a sword, promised to throw him overboard-- But still the boy—he would not have it! He would not hear it, refused to claim it! And now I was at my wit’s end, it seemed this story I could not pen, And so with patience wearing thin I asked my boy what tale would win-- With a twinkle in his eye And a happy, little sigh He said to me in tone so sweet (Oh my son, my one heartbeat!) “It’s not about the verse or tale It’s not about a pirate’s sail; It’s not about a villain’s trek Or the search for ancient wreck But rather time I spend with you Imagining things from out the blue; Mommy, mommy, I love you best And this I promise is no jest.” With that I took my boy in arms, As my heart warmed to his charms; And so ended our pirate quest But dear reader know I am blessed. |