Poem #1

The movie was violent, not bright or true,

The image was too much for young Timmy Magoo,

The scene was showing the irrelevant hero,

Whose so called acting brought Timmy a tear though,

Buff and handsome, nothing like Tim,

The man was a darling to his mother and him,

Just then, the hero, he jumped off a building,

‘An impact,’ Tim thought, ‘surely would kill him’

The scene sped up, intense in sight,

Just he woke up to the dead of the night

 

Brought to reality, deep in bed,

He started to wonder what just happened in his head,

He looked at the clock, a quarter to three,

‘ a quarter to three, too early for me’ said he.

He lay in bed, restless and bored,

In the other room, his father, Chris, snored,

He went to the kitchen, to grab a bite,

The food would taste better in the middle of the night,

He grabbed a banana, yellow and delicious,

Here’s a fact, it’s also nutritious,

He looked at the door, locked with a key,

‘However on earth will I open thee?’ said he.

He looked in the key box, brown and round,

And soon he found the key,

Not lost, now found

 

He ran to the door, excited by a thought,

I really hope that I won’t get caught,

He inserted the key, and opened the door,

And ran onto the street he lived on since ‘94,

 

Not a person in sight, isolated and alone,

But suddenly in the distance, young Tim heard a moan,

He got frightened and scared and ran for the door,

The door was closed, and the key was no more,

Suddenly, behind him stood a man,

Behind the man was a big black van,

Timmy screamed, called for help,

But was taken, and all that was heard was a yelp.