Gulliver laid supine
as the little people toiled around
weaving their spider web ropes here and there
to them an inch like a mile, a climb up his arm
like a journey up the Andes, a slight shake an earthquake
but they huffed and puffed to tie him down

Gulliver looked on with a smile
glad to lay and relax and watch these little people
sweating like pigs in the noon day sun
He couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought
how disappointed they would all be
when he rises up showing them what little fools
they have all been....toiling, huffing and puffing

all to no avail, little will always be little......
hahahah...hahaha......hahaha.....hahaha..........