A Conversation With Peter Pan

(As a child I loved watching Peter Pan every year on T.V. When I grew, I had some serious questions for him). A Conversation With Peter Pan Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special night I have a guest—Oh, I’m such a fan! So, let’s give it up for every child’s delight— The one and only—Peter Pan! Before we get started, Mr. Pan— Thank you so much for being here All my colleagues tell me—You’re the man! This event will crown your career! First of all, Rob, call me Peter—please Mr. Pan was my father—I guess At any rate, he was likely a sleaze In face both parents would have made me a mess So, who they were—You don’t wonder—Really? Perhaps a DNA sample you might give? Now, Robert—Just stop being silly I just like to live and let live Are you afraid they were both deadbeat louses? Were they jerks you might deplore? Well, I’ve heard my mom was a lush cleaning houses and my dad was a nine-to-five bore You’re a living legend, my friend, Loved by children from shore to shore Good lord, Rob, when does this interview end? You’re beginning to be a real bore! I see. So, let’s get on with the show and forgive me if I’m prying but there’s something the whole world wants to know and it deals with where you’ve been flying Now, Peter, we know you swoop down into rooms To fly vulnerably young children away Once that was innocent fun, one assumes but it’s called kidnapping today! Really, Rob? I can see you’re just jealous Am I right? Or—am I right? You would give anything to be a child again So, you could fly off with me tonight. Peter—If right now charges were to be pressed you’d be facing life without parole And it wouldn’t take long for you to confess With clemency your only goal! You’re just jealous! Jealous Rob—That’s It! Peter, just grow up! You sound like a twit! Grow up, Rob? Never! Never! Never! No! But it’s all been real. No lie! Uh-oh, it’s getting really late It’s time for me to fly! A Conversation With A Fictional Character Poetry Contest Sponsor: Natasha L SCRAGG 1/31/22