Disclaimer: I do not claim anything as my own.
Summary: I needed some humor so…..this poem is about me stranded on the island in The Lord of the Flies
I sit on a lone beach
As happy and fuzzy as a peach
I'm the only one of my plane to survive
So here I am, clearly alive
Drinking funny fruit water
As the days grow hotter
My hair has grown long
At an angle oblong
When will I ever get rescued
It's not as if my signal is miscued
The sand is grainy
The weather is constantly rainy
My skin is so dry and tan
During the day, oh I wish I had a fan
I try and fix my torn clothes
But they will never be clean again I suppose
I've found a nice platform to sleep on
I guess whoever was here before is gone
The beach is abandoned, all bare
Good, cause I'd really hate to share
There's enough fruit and shellfish to eat
Although my diet is devoid of meat
The jungle is cool and green
Throughout the day it is covered in a sheen
Part of the forest is burned
Charred bodies make my stomach churn
But I like it here
I have no present fear
I'll just sit waiting for a ship or plane
Make a signal out of flame
Drink fruit punch out of a coconut shell
Pretend to order my imaginary waitress with a bell
I'll just lie in the shade here on this nice platform
Waiting lazily for my rescue to be born
Chatting with my cool staked pig head
Dreaming of my far away soft bed
What's that sound?
A plane I'll be bound
Well, it's been nice talking to you
But I had better make a signal new
So as I can get off this lil old rock
Time sure has gone tic tock
So goodbye, farewell
Make sure about this island to your friends you tell