Another Poem by Miss. Amber
By Sheila and/or Amber, Sep 13 2016 04:15AM
Ambers got another one finished! Have a look if you so please.....
Mr. Pickles was a gent who lived in a tree
A happy old soul, as happy as can be
With the mushroom stair case and the twizzle oak door
The acorn cup goblets, the springy moss floor
The fresh river bath and the starlight star lights
The dandelion clocks for the days and the nights
The hedgehog tea parties, the owl midnight feasts,
The constant companions of the birds and the beasts
But one day the bluebell doorbell rang out
And there stood a warden, so round and so stout
MR PICKLES, he bellowed, adjusting his tie
Its no way to live, you're a pig in a sty!
You need an apartment, you need a tv!
Internet shopping! A door with a key!
Microwave dinners! Convenience my friend!
This silly tree house life must surely now end!
And Mr Pickles, shocked, sat and pondered the words,
And looked sadly at all his beasts and his birds.
Is it true? he whispered, Do I need a laptop?
A blender, an iron, a self cleaning mop?
So he walked into town, and the townspeople snickered,
They scoffed and they whispered ´thats no city slicker! ´
You don't have a foot spa? A robot vacuum?
You don't have a hovercraft between every room?
You need these catalogs, coupons and savings!
To form the life you must be desperately craving!
TV Guides, Satalites, and subscriptions arrived,
Mr Pickles was shocked! Ive been so deprived!
Shoo Badger! Im busy! Out the door and be gone!
Its five minutes to seven, my soap operas on!
The popcorn maker popped out his treats
As Mr. pickles stacked up his gadget receipts
Money buys happiness! Im sure he said that!
As Mr PIckles adjsusted his electric tie rack
So why am I sad? And alone?! He pondered
Where is the wonderful life I have squandered?
And setting down his unversal tv remote
He cancelled the order for his super speedboat
And returning the tickets of the cruise around France
And the new credit card with the great cash advance
He unplugged the lamps and the new glimmer strings,
And tossed out the tools, the things! All the THINGS!
He threw out the mobile and drained out the pool
What a fool I have been! What an absolute fool!
His house was now empty of all the new goods,
So he whistled out loud for his friends of the woods
And up the path came the foxes, singing away,
The squirrels behind who were dancing ballet
The dormice were leaping away in the middle
Them up came badger, strumming a fiddle
The peregrine falcons dropped in for a spell
The mountain cats wildly playing the cowbell
Out came the oat cakes and the birch tree root beer
And little owl stood up and said with a cheer!
Mr Pickles our friend! You did lose your way!
To the modern convenience of doing nothing all day!
You're a jolly good fellow! He hiccuped out loud
You've thrown out your beeper, you've done us all proud!
You dont need the gizmos and bits and the bobs,
But the cheer of your friends and good food in your gob!
Mr Pickles softly laughed as the owl toppled over,
And sipping a drop of his draught of sweet clover,
Thank you Owl, for your beautiul words,
You are the most eloqunat of all of the birds!
And thank you my dears, for all coming back!
It turns out I ws taken completely off track!
I dont need the gizmos, the gadgets, the bits,
The soaps and the boats and the trendy outfits,
Just the simple pleasures of my tree and the sun,
And you, my friends, who just can't be outdone!