This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s ‘What do you See?’ challenge. Click on the link below to see her post:
He was feeling rather sad and low,
And sorry with his lot,
Because although it was his birthday,
His friends, they’d all forgot.
He kicked his bedroom door ajar,
And banged upon his drum,
despite this being his special day,
he sulked and sucked his thumb.
He stalked about in a dreadful mood,
Like a scorpion with a sting,
He shouted at the postman when,
He failed to deliver anything.
In a fit of hurtful rage,
he presented an ultimatum
in a letter, he sat down and wrote,
I wouldn’t dare recite it out verbatim.
It clearly showed how out of sorts
And neglected he really felt,
Oh! what truly miserable hand
It was that fate had dealt.
And as the day had nearly closed
he entered the dining room,
and there, beside a papaya
he hadn’t wanted to consume,
he saw a birthday present,
wrapped up and tied with bows.
He heaved and sighed and then he cried
The tears ran down his nose.
Then jumping out of the shadows,
His friends sang out three cheers
And then quite prompt, they did applaud
Nearly deafening his ears.
It made him feel quite bashful
And filled with deep remorse,
He had doubted they
would remember his day,
When they clearly had, of course.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/May/2019
I have included the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: scorpion, drum, papaya