Henry the hunchback was born with a hump.
It makes him quite mad to have such a bump.
He looks quite shocking and unpleasant it seems.
When his parents first saw him they gasped and they screamed.
He tries to make friends at school and at play,
But they stare and point so he stays away.
He gets teased and poked, always made fun,
Hearing any laughter makes him want to run.
He wanders around, unsure where to go,
No fun in the desert, or in winter snow.
He wishes to be normal, just one of the crowd,
To not have this hump would make him quite proud.
But then one day a seed flew down from a tree,
And landed on Henry, though he did not see.
It sprouted some roots that grew deep in his hump,
There soon came a stem , then leaves and a stump.
And soon thereafter there blossomed a tree,
Full of leaves and birds and even some bees.
Soon little birds came to perch on his back,
A family of pigeons made a nest and unpacked.
He had squirrels and bugs, and owls that hoot,
And even a monkey that crawled up his boots.
Lizards and butterflies, animals galore,
He was soon very popular, alone no more.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wally the Wolf Boy
Wally the wolf-boy was born full of fur,
covered head to clawed toe, at night he would stir.
Full as can be, he'd howl at the moon,
Run off in the night, and awaken at noon.
Hairless and cold, he'd wander back home,
and dread nights return,
When bloodthirsty he'd roam.
In search of his prey, he scours the streets,
Sniffing and drooling for human sized treats.
Again and again, the cycle anew,
Ashamed of himself, he searches for clues.
He almost gave up, when he tripped on a tooth,
Which sparked an idea
in the form of a phone booth.
He called up a dentist and scheduled a day,
to remove all of his teeth and take them away.
Sharp fangs no longer, he has extra dull dentures,
To chew only jellow and end his adventures.
covered head to clawed toe, at night he would stir.
Full as can be, he'd howl at the moon,
Run off in the night, and awaken at noon.
Hairless and cold, he'd wander back home,
and dread nights return,
When bloodthirsty he'd roam.
In search of his prey, he scours the streets,
Sniffing and drooling for human sized treats.
Again and again, the cycle anew,
Ashamed of himself, he searches for clues.
He almost gave up, when he tripped on a tooth,
Which sparked an idea
in the form of a phone booth.
He called up a dentist and scheduled a day,
to remove all of his teeth and take them away.
Sharp fangs no longer, he has extra dull dentures,
To chew only jellow and end his adventures.
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