How things …

THE BLACK KITTEN

– Gatsby, Smoke, Chops and the Poetess

The Gatsby proposed the story
The Holy Smoke gave it wind
The Carry Chops gave it colour
The Poetess gave it a sine
Together, they spoke in rhyme

Hear, hear :

Bert and Ron, in the middle of the road,
Sat down to rest their weary soles;
Ere Bert was asleep, Ron gave a holler:
“How long afore you think, that jeep’ll run us over?”
“10 meters!”, reported the engineer bright,
Ron, meanwhile, is all ready for flight.
As Fate would have, brakes couldn’t avoid the hittin,
But them it didn’t; it hit a luckless black kitten!

Kitten being dead, the Soul prepared to leave,
All ready to rise, and Heavens to receive.
The pull but came, from below, so it fell
“Black Black Kitten Soul! You belong in Hell!”
“Apartheid! My Lord! So truly unfair!”
“Just one way out…that if you dare
To scratch a Human and set Soul free.”
Failure alas! For Metaphysical Misery!
No longer substance, the Soul couldn’t touch;
Leave alone scratch, or for that matter clutch!

Smart Soul then, had an idea bright,
Thought no more, but entered right
Into the body of Bert not Ron,
Cause Bert had more muscle and brawn.
Though ready to scratch, the Soul but fails,
For Alas! Bert had not the long-sharp-NAILS!

“No matter! no matter! we’ll sit and wait,
For nails to grow, for thats our Fate.”
And they sat 3 years, like roadside beggars;
Incidentally, the driver was Arnold Schwarzenegger.

As the three years drew to an end,
The Soul had nails no man could defend.
All ready to scratch and liberate itself,
But lo! a Spaceship, and out came an elf;
Elf-like Aliens rather, with multiple heads,
Armed with nail cutters and so they said:
“We come to rid the world of the muck
Who grow their nails and never cut!”

“Start with the First Man! Let there be drama!”
And they flew to inspect Barrack Obama.
The Oval Office, they found him in,
All wan and pale, with fingers thin,
And nails so long, bade the aliens utter:
“Give us all your Nail Cutters!”

Obama grabbed a cutter and ran,
To simultaneously cut, was his plan.
But footnails he couldn’t, while he was running,
A fierce chase then followed, with constant gunning.
A cave he ran into, breathless with fear
But aliens at the door, the end is now near.

But to his surprise, Kitten Soul appeared:
“I started, I’ll end; Dont be afeard!”
With a puppy face, “MEOW!” he’d spoken,
And lo! The Aliens were all Nail-broken!