Magic
Megan's alone, she's as quiet as a mouse,
as she steals through the hallways of Maplethorpe House;
mysterious, moody and always morose,
it's as if she is leprous, no one can get close.
She carries a parcel held tight to her chest,
whatever it is she won't share with the rest.
How it got through security we'll never know,
in this forsaken place where you can't even
blow your own nose without matron's say-so,
they're so tough, as for personal things...
you can't pay them enough!
One day she went to open it, to show them what's inside.
"It's a Magic Carpet! wanna take it for a ride?"
"Right, Megan, 'Magic Carpet,' next you'll tell us pigs can fly!
Get your carpet out of here, it's pie up in the sky!"
So she stole the key from maintenance
to the sixth floor quiet room,
forced a window, took her rug,
but 'stead of plunging to her doom the carpet
whisked her up aloft above the sixth floor deck,
took her deep into the sunset until she was just a speck!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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