In a glade the size of a potted plant,
On a blanket the size of a napkin,
There sat a pair, the queerest of all,
Pieris and little Rotkaepptchen.
One was a goldfish,
But not just a goldfish.
The other was a plant,
But not just any plant.
(He was a fern, get it right.)
These two had a mission only they could complete,
The Quest for the glorious NumNums.
The legend of NumNums
Was told far and wide,
And all NumNum lovers
Wanted them inside.
(Their tummies that is, don’t be inappropriate)
ANYWAY,
The NumNums were glorious,
Such a yummy treat,
Until they were poisoned,
That wasn’t so neat.
Pieris and Rotkaepptchen,
The task now at hand,
Set off on their journey,
Through strange, distant lands.
They navigated bedrooms,
They slid down the halls,
They were chased by vacuums,
And trapped by LEGO® walls!
This impossible mission continued,
Until, at last, success!
They found the trail’s end!
What joy! What bliss!
(Huzzah)
Now all that was required
Was to figure out the poison.
So they, without the antidote,
Could eat NumNums again
What a task that would be,
What work, what a chore!
Yet near the store of NumNums,
Upon the ***** floor,
They found a scrap of parchment,
With clues inscribed in black,
To reverse the candy’s poison
And bring them NumNums back
(Hollah!)
Into the woods they ventured,
They searched day and night
To find the precious antidote
And to relieve their plight.
For days, the land they scoured,
For ingredients rare and odd
Until they finally saw it,
Held captive by the frog!
The gleam of silica crystals,
The shine of his mucus
His curious croak was answered
With a meek “Help us.”
“Why should I?” he croaked again,
Staring them down drearily.
“I know not your quest,
I’ve only hints at the best.”
“Then surely you can help,
Surely you can try!”
Little Pieris yelped,
Looking about to cry.
“Don’t worry my friend!”
Rotkaeppchen declared
“For I’m he cannot resist
our plea, and most surely will assist.”
“Then, my dears, I solemnly swear
To help you in your need.
For here, this little draught of pear,
Will help you to succeed!”
And then, procuring a vessel
of the clearest glass
The wise old toad
Cleared his throat,
And promptly passed some gas.
“Excuse me,” he rumbled.
“Excuse me for that faux pas.”
And then he amphibiously
Handed over the pear draught glass
“Egads!” the two exclaimed,
Taking the glass cautiously.
But at last! They had the pear
And thanked him graciously.
At long last they had the cure,
The pear to fix the poison.
They took it back to the glade,
Where their lips they proceeded to moisten.
And that, my friends, is the last of our tale,
The tale of Pieris and Rotkappchen
The daring elves of yore.
With NumNums three,
Under the TumTum tree
They lunched and brunched once more.
And now, we’ve reached the end.
11.5-6.14
Written with my darling dear Storm for our Creative Writing class as a narrative poem
