There once was a boy named Fred.
Who never got himself out of bed.
His
mother and father both tried and cried, but they slowly realized he was dead.
Now
Fred was from Nantucket.
Where
everyone was kicking the bucket.
The
people moaned and groaned when they found out Fred was not so lucky.
They
had a funeral in two days.
When
Fred was laid down in his grave.
There
was no hope for a wish or a joke to bring back Fred’s happy ways.
Fred
lived for the people of the world,
And
he was never afraid to express his views.
When
the president heard of his tragic death he made a statement just because he
could.
Then
they had to tell Justine.
They
thought Fred and her were friends.
Turns
out Justine had feelings to grand but she never had the chance to tell him.
So
Justine lays awake at night.
Because
the thought of Fred gives her the frights.
And
she will never get him out of her head again until the next Friday the 13th.
So
she will wait with a heavy head,
And
slowly wake and arise from her bed .
Soon
after her chants and rituals are done, that’s when she will be reunited with Fred.
I was all happy until the third line. It's a lot more morbid with the rhyme and rhythm than without it.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling, though, that "Nantucket" was chosen only because you wanted to find something that rhymed with "bucket." Still, the randomness adds a little bit of a quirk (maybe a nonchalant attitude?) to the whole deal. There's some interesting tension between the casual language and heavy tragedy.
I'm super impressed with the rhyming, it keeps a flow though the story but the longer lines break up the rhyme scheme so it doesn’t become too sing-songy. Despite the melancholia atmosphere surrounding the poem, I found it very engaging.
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