Upon Close, Egg-Slamination
The sun was high, the wall was warm, its orange hue'd bricks looked a treat..'
Soon basking there without a care, was Humpty; disposition 'sweet'...!
He didn't sense the untoward....) Yet treachery was afoot
In a silent bound without a sound; the dasterd deed took place,
And all our poets cried, aloud ' who did us such dis-grace?
There were many of the 'souper band' who gathered his shattered shell,
His golden yolk they sadly interred, as heart's did heave and swell..!
Who could the perpetrators be? are the thoughts going around,
Now he lies deep within our portals and thoughts; yet nevermore to rise..'
The days now more drear; to me appear, since this characters demise.
He came from the land of fairy-tales, where fables disport & play
Trusting no harm could befall him here, where talent holds the sway,
Yet some there were, who did him down; who mayhap he'd thought of as friends.?
Now we bid him our true goodbyes, trying not to consider the worst
We should be aware, what happened when from the shadows his killers burst.!
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2014
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