A Raw Deal

Like Kathy, I wrote about eggs for our writing group prompt, but my poem went in a far less sensual direction (as they often do.)  Here’s another look at Humpty Dumpty.

 

A Raw Deal

I’m here to tell you, Humpty Dumpty got a rotten break.

I mean, come on, the poor guy was just sitting on a fence,

minding his own business.

And to be humiliated in verse forever, just for falling? It’s plain wrong.

 

Picture this if you can:

It’s a beautiful day for a jog. The sun is shining, the birds are singing

and the grass is green underfoot.

There is a fairly low stone fence along the road: rock piled on rock.

 

That sun was hot enough to scramble anyone’s brains, they tell me.

Humpty Dumpty was no exception: so he climbed up on the wall to sit a

spell, maybe catch his breath and cool off. Eggs just shouldn’t run.

 

Now, I don’t know what happened next; maybe he lost his balance, or

maybe he got dizzy…..

I guess we’ll never know.

 

It was not a pretty sight when the king and his men rode by;

that much I  can tell you. He had definitely cracked with that fall.

But to his credit, the king stopped and ordered his men to try to help the poor fellow out.

 

In spite of the mess, they loaded him on their horses.

But you already know how this all ends.

Humpty Dumpty fell apart and no one could help him get his act together again.

 

That’s how I heard it, anyway.

And we both know that Mother Goose may exaggerate,

but she’s no liar.

 

Carol Hemmye

A Raw Deal

Here is my poem about eggs (or an egg, actually).  Unlike Kathy’s poem, however, there is nothing sensual about this one!

A Raw Deal

I’m here to tell you, Humpty Dumpty got a rotten break.

I mean, come on, the poor guy was just sitting on a fence,

minding his own business.

And to be humiliated in verse forever, just for falling? It’s plain wrong.

Picture this if you can:

It’s a beautiful day for a jog. The sun is shining, the birds are singing

and the grass is green underfoot.

There is a fairly low stone fence along the road: rock piled on rock.

That sun was hot enough to scramble anyone’s brains, they tell me.

Humpty Dumpty was no exception:

so he climbed up on the wall to sit a spell, maybe catch his breath and cool off. Eggs just shouldn’t run.

Now, I don’t know what happened next; maybe he lost his balance, or         maybe he got dizzy…..I guess we’ll never know.

 It was not a pretty sight when the king and his men rode by; that much I          can tell you. He had definitely cracked with that fall.

But to his credit, the king stopped and ordered his men to try to help the           poor fellow out. In spite of the mess, they loaded him on their horses.

But you already know how this all ends. Humpty Dumpty fell apart and no one could help him get his act together again.

That’s how I heard it, anyway. And we both know that Mother Goose may exaggerate, but she’s no liar.

Carol Hemmye