I Hate and Beaver Stew

[Loki Wyrd]

I hate

I hate you all

I'm not different

I've always been this way

Why don't you change?

Try to meet my standards

I'm tired

I'm tired of you

You think you are right

You think too much,

Without thinking at all

Be a person unto yourself

I'm strange

I'm strange I'm told

I would like to agree

But what's it really to you?

I am what I am

Do what you want to do

I'm done

I'm done with this

I see that you don't even care

But if you do ever,

Feel free to come to me

I'll show you how it's done

 

 

 

 

The sun was at my back

On a dark and stormy night

In the middle of my daily picnic

When the grass was growing tall

I could not see them at all

For it seemed they had run off with my picnic basket

This made me shout

And the trees bounced about

Which made them angry for sure

They rushed after me

Rooted as fast as a tree

While carrying a dreadful tune

With my ears turned on

And my feet long gone

I couldn't help but hear a thing or two

These are our woods, you hear

So you had better stay clear

Or we'll eat your eyeballs as well as your soul

Now this made me scared

And having already stripped bare

I decided to take a leak on them

For this you'll pay quite dearly

For you peed on us quite clearly

The trees did say in angry voices

But just then the grass did come

With my picnic basket and a plum

Asking that I forgive them for what they'd done

And out of my stew

Leaped a beaver or two

And on the trees they did begin to chew

So I was saved

Even though I misbehaved

Thanks to my beaver stew I'd packed

So this I hope you've learned

With the extra money you've earned

Go and buy a beaver for some stew

For you never know when they

Shall be of use to you one day

Even if it is only to fill your belly

[Alaeha]

Heh, Beaver Stew... Cute. I know some guys who would try to tell a story like that... It's a fun poem, but the irregularity of it kind of throws me off. A bit of variety within the poem is good... but I couldn't even begin to tell, when I was reading it, whether any given line was going to rhyme with the next or the one after or not.

 

It's got a lot of potential to be sort of a Silverstein/Seuss-esque poem.

[Loki Wyrd]

You'll have to forgive me my irregularity, that's just what I'm all about. =)