So Kevin (Arly) reminded me of something i wrote a while back in a Creative writing class i took in high school. I have been meaning to share some of the stuff I wrote in that class for a long time, but it always managed to slip my mind. So here goes:
One of my tasks was to write a response to a poem. I didn't feel like doing that, so I took my favourite poem, and wrote a continuation of it, following the same rhyme scheme.
Shel Silverstien said: I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”
My Continuation went a little something like:
His mouth was closed for so many years
So when he could speak, they were all ears
They were almost brought to tears
When he asked for a peanut-butter sandwich.
But can you really blame the guy?
For twenty years his mouth was dry!
He didn’t want some water or pie.
He wanted his favourite peanut-butter sandwich.
It really is a tasty treat.
Its creamy, smooth or crunchy sweet.
Along with the goodness of whole wheat.
It’s his peanut-butter sandwich.
The villagers insisted on others food.
Maybe something mashed or stewed?
But these requests just ruined his mood,
He just wanted a peanut-butter sandwich.
The king cried like a baby.
No if’s, when’s or maybe’s.
So he asked his cooking lady
“Please make me my peanut-butter sandwich.”
She ran back to him with fear.
For the peanut butter shelf was clear.
The kingdom broke out into a cheer
While the King cried for his peanut-butter sandwich.
And so the king was forced to eat
New foods like fruits and tender meat
But his life was always incomplete
Without his peanut-butter sandwich.
The end :)
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