A Past Pastime
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Humpty Dumpty lived in make-believe land, like dreamy shadows get long;
And he dwelt in a house near a wall, among merry, crimson, oriole throngs.
He had a figure equally rotund and jolly, and was therefore loved by many;
And made his living as an apt teacher, as Thursday learns from Wednesday.
He helped the spirited children to learn, and also helped the children laugh,
As roses in the sky govern dawn's path, in pearl moon's, riotous aftermath.
Folks far and near visited Humpty, beneath azure skies of frequent friends;
In lightning swift days of golden seasons, when fast-paced time never ends.
Fond family and Humpty led fairy tale lives, in fine, olden days of fateful fall;
And loved other seasons too, on the minty lawns, that hours tardily crawled.
He lived in the house of beautiful gardens, surrounded by high, stone walls,
Where multicolored flowers were residing, like red sunsets the heart recalls!
A broad road rambled on the wall's other side, lined by red robin, jade trees;
And rabbits and deer frequented nearby woods, in sight of yellow honeybees.
Neighbors paid nightly visits, when noticed, natal moon wore natural pearls;
And nectarine sun was only newly departed, leaving pretty, colorful whorls.
Japanese bloodgrass lay wounded, when sun and silver moon changed places;
And belladonna engaged in lovely deceit, in a pink dawn of pretty, cloud laces.
Summer cloaked wolf eyes dogwood blooms, in grape and saffron sunbeams;
And hydrangealicious roses aped namesakes agleam, red under moonbeams.
Humpty's favorite pastime was watching the sunup, for he was an early riser.
He would sit atop his garden wall, as deep plums and magentas grew lighter.
But, one day, unseen calamity occurred, as a swarm of honeybees attacked;
After he brushed a trailing bough, disturbing one big honeycomb, on impact!
Poor Humpty was stung multiple times, and toppled off the wall into the road;
And was yet lying very still, when the King's entourage saw him, and slowed.
As the King noted Humpty's serious condition, he called for his own physician.
He said, 'This man's leg is crushed, and it will never be quite the same again!'
'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,' in red dawn;
As he laid bruised and broken, no one knew if Humpty would be out for long!
So horses bore Humpty Dumpty to his house, being led to it by one passerby;
And a woman was hired to nurse him, as the doctor returned often, that July.
With all the vigilant care, Humpty recovered, but never to climb or run more;
And could walk but very slowly; finding other ways, a diamond sun to adore!
'All the King's horses and all the King's men, couldn't put Humpty together again.'
Like joys of elegant, little things which comes, after experiencing great pain.
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2024
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