Wednesday, April 20, 2016

great grand mama

                                             
by the urban blabbermouth
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trolls to the right of her
trolls to the left of her
trolls in front of her
onwards walked great grand mama
into the valley of death
to face the troll king
hers but to do or die


my how young you are said she
and so like children too
young I may be said the king
and this no childish game
for I conquer pillage and burn

smiled she her wicked smile
yet let us play childish games today
you win I call you king
do you know Red Light?
the king gathered his troupe to play
great grand mama turned and turned again
Red Light!


the troupe froze waiting for her to turn once more
waiting to advance to win this game
but her witch eyes grew larger and larger
and her spectacles floated into middle air
to stare down the troupe evermore
frozen in place they were
as great grand mama left the field of play that day


seven morn hence great grand mama appeared
to see the troupe still frozen as they were
stepped into her spectacles and declared
you have lost this game and the right to be my king
begone now ere I call for more childish games


great grand mama turned toward her home
sat in her rocker this sunny morn
and resumed her ancient art... of knitting?



credits:  my opening stanza comes, more or less, from Charge of the Light Brigade, Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1854

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