Monday, July 05, 2004

The boy

Now, when this blog started, I never thought that I would use it as a vanity publishing exercise. But, I came home from work - and the pub - and found that the boy had written a poem. I think it's good and I want to share it with others. Remember, the boy is 10 and this is exactly the way that he wrote it:

THE SALITEN
The fierce Saliten with four strings like tails and four horns on its head
Stood in the bushes with a lion which was dead
Yes, this fierece creature killed lions and ate them for lunch
And maybe a gorilla; now that was brunch.

Now this creature lived in the great Bingaboo jungle.
Where the trees were yellow and you'd often come across the tree of bungle.
The leaves were blue
And the dirt stuck like glue.

He lived in the trees and hung from his tails
With his horns sticking out like protruding nails.
He killed every animal and was the only one of his kind.
And had but one enemy: the Jalekanian wart hog, this beast he could not find.

And he would eventually kill him too.
And would eat him with his chicken stew.
But the Jakelanian was prepared.
And both fighters were never scared.

For when this fight had begun.
A hunter came along, the next day their heads were hung.
In a museum of heads.
Yes both fighters were in their death beds.


(The boy: 2004)

4 Comments:

Blogger The Radical Postman said...

A tragic tale - the Saliten and the Jakelanian wart hog should be friends and gang up against the wicked hunter.
well done, my sprogs liked it a alot.
I like the museum of heads.

11:45 pm  
Blogger Reidski said...

Yes, the museum of heads..... what a great idea for a museum.
I'm sure the boy's ideas of, and for, art would put the likes of Emin, Hurst and the Chapman brothers in the shade.
'er indoors was at same party recently as one of said brothers, by the way, and, while not wanting to say what she said, the words "total", "pretentious", "arsehole", and "nothing to say about the world" were uttered about that total pretentious arsehole who has nothing to say about the world when she returned home.

12:03 am  
Blogger Jim said...

Damn fine poem there. Let the young man know this. Who are the Chapman brothers. Should I know this or is it a London Arty thing\?

6:30 am  
Blogger The Radical Postman said...

agree with her indoors re Chapman bros, saw them interviewed at time of Brit Art, though they showed distinct signs of mental illness, one mouthed the words being said by the other. Their piece on the children with sexual organs was in my view supsect. No talent in my view.
Hurst on the other hand I like, not the cow or shark stuff but his painting is skillful.
Tracey Emin I like. Moli adores her.
Chapman Bros for the Museum of Heads.

7:01 pm  

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