Saturday, February 12, 2011

Some poetry from my past

Howdy sports fans!

Today has been a housecleaning/room-cleaning day, and I have had great success!  One benefit to going through things is that you tend to find all sorts of historical treasures (treasures by my measure at least), and today I wanted to share some with ya'll.  I wrote this poem sometime around 1990, so I think I would have been about 10. 

Every Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter my family makes a massive amount of food.  Do we need all this food?  Probably not, but I guess it is tradition at this point.  Somehow these mountains of food do finally get eaten, sometimes weeks down the road.  LOL.  One of my favorite memories was the competition (when we were younger) to try and steal fudge before dessert time, and this little poem is to that effect.  I hope you enjoy it.

A TASTE OF THE PAST

Some I think of days gone by
I think of me as a little guy.
A man of questions, acquainted with thought.
Thinking of the Christmas war, about the be fought.

Our primary objective was the fudge to robe,
But the restraining dilemma was big uncle bob!
We'd round the corner, innocent as could be,
But he knew our intentions and forced us to flee.

Casey suggested a diversion and I was inclined.
Off went bob, but twas in his arm reclined.
As we watched him go we thought of our plan
And watched with remorse as he dipped into the pan.

It was my turn for an idea and my comrades held their breath
Because my plans of daring usually ended with their death.
To fail was not an option and to quit not a thought;
Fudge was at large, and it wasn't the kind bought.

My plan was perfect.  It had no mistake.
My plan was for Garrett, the fudge, to take.
Garrett wanted to please me, on my every word did he dote,
And he made, by far, the best scapegoat.

We sent out "The Kid" with unprecendented anticipation
For we knew that to succeed meant unparalleled sensation.
Little "G" was sneaky; we had to admit
But compared to uncle Bob, it was bit to bit.

We were linked by walkie-talkies, a clever touch of min.
But really just another tool toward the chocolate taste divine.
Casey took the forward position and I took the rear,
Because if we got caught, Bob'd have them by the ear!