The giant grew addled (as they tend to do)
as walls are for windows, not head butting through
he roasted the clucker (as her egg went bad)
then drafted a dodger that’s traveled a tad
but lost all his money (as giants will joke)
by suffering losses when going for broke
and now his whole kingdom (as far as that goes)
may crumble much quicker than anyone knows.
Are You Reading Me?
Needs that golden goose
ReplyDeleteOr a rich moose
To keep afloat
And not have to rely on a goat
Love that word Vacuity. Nice post!
ReplyDeleteI'm very sorry to hear this. Terribly sad story. Hope things improve son, and your vacuity gets filled.
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Do you think Giants are scared of heights? To risk or not to risk it all.
ReplyDeleteVery cool.
ReplyDeleteI think that this giant (it's just my opinion)
ReplyDeleteShould be more self reliant (to keep his dominion)
Foolish giants eat their fowl (instead of eggs)
And are left to howl about eating dregs.
Grow up giant dear, put a helmet on your head
Or it may crumble, too, I fear, 'nuff said.
I'm sorry...I just couldn't help myself. I needed to try it! I told you I had PCD! Consider this a compliment! Loved your poem!
awww a sad one--very clever!
ReplyDeleteThe Giant just left my office with the Frenchman in tow, I think our kingdom is slipping into the matrix. 8^D
ReplyDeletebtw Donna, nicely done!