It's All the Stupid Shoelace's Fault!
Disclaimer: Neither NT nor Riley are mine. On with the poem!
A poem by FallenAngelFreddie based upon the events of National Treasure, the first one, through Riley Poole's eyes.
My first poem! Please be nice -
"I broke a shoe lace before this great little trip
Then I'm stuck on a blowing-up ship
I stole the Dec of Ind with my good buddy, Ben
We picked up a new partner before the day's end
Her name was Abigail Chase, how ironic the last name
Cause then, you guessed it, we met Ian again
He shot and he shot and blew out my window
Then Ben saved Abi, of course, he's the hero
We drove to Ben's Dad's to look at the back
Then we found 'the way to find the way to read the map'
The letters of Silence Do-Good we needed
But Patrick had them not, oh can you believe it
Here's the reason for all our bad luck
It's all the stupid shoelace's fault!
So we packed up the doc. and used a funny-smelling car
Ben and Abi went shopping, do you follow so far?
They flirted and bought some 'nifty' new threads
While I wrote out the clue, well, a kid did the rest
We didn't know that Ian had followed
But if I had, I would've stopped and swallowed
At least I was smarter than Ben for an instant
Then again, I didn't get to soak in that minute
To the House of Pass and Stow we traveled
Ben got the glasses, the mystery's almost unraveled
When we were about to take our leave
Ian was there too, trying to catch us dweebs
Our trio split up as his goons gave chase
Us two with the Declaration, Ben with glasses and case
Again I say how our troubles were caused
It's all the stupid shoelaces fault!
The real Declaration, in a container still protected
Sadly was, by Ian, intercepted
We got away, hey, we'd done our best
But Ben, on the other hand, got chained to a desk
He had almost given up, thinking there's nothing left to it
Hey, wait, but there was more still to it
The feds were hoodwinked with one clever plot
It involved Ben and jumping off of a dock
When Ben was safe and dry in a car
Abi called for him, having already annoyed Shaw
I'd had them tracked with the GPS in Shaw's phone
Ben still wasn't out of his pickle though
Ian had the declaration and possession of the pipe
Ben tried to bluff, but his Dad had also been swiped
This isn't the end to our problems by far
It's all the stupid shoelace's fault!
The former said three went into the church
Unwilling, Abi and I tagged along with a lurch
Next we entered the grave of old Parkington Lane
We had to dig him out, eeew- I mean- what a shame
Our now larger group, with Ian's cronies there too,
Entered the creepy tunnel inside the old tomb
There was a huge deep chamber lined with pulleys and stairs
Where Shaw fell in and gave us all a big scare
After that, the board we were on also gave out
Ben and Abi managed to stick it out
At this point Ben wanted to turn back
But not Ian, he would have none of that
Finally, after much toil and bad stuff
We arrived at a sealed entrance where Ian just left us
Well, at least I know what caused all this
It's all the stupid shoelace's fault!
Patrick and Ben had given Ian a fake clue
I didn't know, but Abi sure knew
I thought we were goners and would never be recovered
Until we passed through two chambers and discovered—
The treasure and stairs, we weren't gonna' die
I was so happy I hugged a goateed green guy
Ben got off the hook and was saved from prison
While Ian and crew took his place with good reason
So Ben got the girl, the house, and whatnot
A stinkin' lousy two percent was all I got
At least we're alive, but there's just one thing I have to say
IT'S ALL THE STUPID SHOELACE'S FAULT!"
"So, what'd you guys think?" Riley asked eagerly. Ben and Abigail couldn't stop staring at him as they lounged on their living room couch. The younger man was starting to think they hated it until both of them burst out laughing.
"What? You hated it, I know it." Riley snorted, but Ben just shook his head chuckling. "It's okay, Ben, you can say 'Gees, Riley Poole, you're not a poet; you shouldn't have tried to write a poem in the first place.' I'm a big boy- I can handle it."
"No, Riley. We're laughing at the 'hugged a goateed green guy'. That was funny." Abigail clarified.
"We absolutely loved it." Ben added and then thought of something. "Wait, how do you know we flirted in the store?"
"You guys flirted?" Riley inquired shocked. "I just guessed on that."
"Well, it was a very specific guess." Ben started with a suspicious glance.
"Hey, Ben, I think he's just jealous." Abigail smirked as she and Ben shared a moment.
"Eew, no way; you're too old for me." Riley emphasized the word old and found a couch cushion thrown at his face.
END!
when it says 'Dock', I just call it dock for rhyming's sake.
Author speaking: So, what'd you think? Was it funny or at least a little amusing or what? Please, no flamers. Review!
-FallenAngelFreddie