poem

[Not_here]

you can read the poem I was inspired by first

THE GOOGIES ARE COMING
The googies are coming, the old people say,
To buy little children and take them away.
Fifty cents for fat ones,
Twenty cents for lean ones,
Fifteen cents for dirty ones,
Thirty cents for clean ones,
A nickel each for mean ones.

The googies are coming, and maybe tonight,
To buy little children and lock them up tight.
Eighty cents for husky ones,
Quarter for the weak ones,
Penny each for noisy ones,
A dollar for the meek ones.

Forty cents for happy ones,
Eleven cents for sad ones.
And, kiddies, when they come to buy,
It won't do you any good to cry.
But - just between yourself and I -
They never buy the bad ones!

-Shel Silverstein,
*WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS (Harper and Row, 1974), p. 50,
*Copyright 1974 by Evil Eye Music Inc.

The googie came last night,
The one we all told stories about
She swiped me with a snap
and just like that,
I tumbled and landed in her sack
She carried me away by foot
I was the first on her list, but
I shared the long journey
With all the other neighborhood kids
Together we smelled like slimy sardines
Till she arrived to her home, a cave in the woods
She sprang open the sack and one by one
She yanked us out,
Her long pointy fingernails piercing our tender ears
She told us the story of humankind, the tale "The creepos and meanies"
Then she told us good night
And turned out the lights,
As we lay huddled side by side
Like lambs in the bitter cold
We gather all the warmth we can trap
And I can show you my fingers raw and red
But I'm sure you can imagine the rest yourself.

[Ennui.]

That was really great inspiration, and you wrote this really well!

[Sophrosyne]

This is amazing! I love this.

[hocus pocus]

I like your source of inspiration and your poem made a good sequel!

[Not_here]

thank you guys!