This is a poem I had to do for lit class. I like the first part cause
it stands on it's own. ---sigh--- however, if u do wanna see the second
half of it, go ooonnn to the second chappie, it'll tie into midsummer's
there.
Luvies!!! Enjoy!!!
Xiao An Ren
Or.
Little Boy
1
Little Boy,
Was a sproutly lad,
Of twelve to seventeen.
His eyes they were,
As growing leeks,
A deep and velvet green.
So bright he was,
The palace came,
But came they not to toy.
Instead they came
(And his claim to fame)
He became their Whipping Boy.
Now Little Boy was
Of Asian descent,
For in China he made his home.
No one knew why
His eyes were green,
Or why his hair so little he did comb.
But whispers there were
And they did concur;
Earth was not where he came from, straightway.
And so much of the time,
Even when covered with grime
'Twas regarded, he was one of the Fae.
Now back to our story,
After that little excursion,
In which I told you of his descent.
The guards of the palace,
Took him 'home' without malice,
Where he stayed in a room, up-pent.
And when the time came,
He was sent for (to maim),
And he came, straight a-way, without fuss.
For though many the hurts
(You know that the few; weren't)
The prince's hair he didn't want to muss.
For though the whippers were old,
And their demeanor, so cold,
For the Prince, he would always take the fall.
For Little Boy knew,
And his heart, told him true.
That throughout all the palace
Though their hearts filled with malice,
The Prince was the cruelest of all.
And so many a day,
Passed by in this way,
Until the Prince, seeming gainéd a heart.
He called Little Boy out
After finishing a bout,
And sold him to the passing Slave cart.
Now Little Boy, you see,
Observed this with glee,
And hopped on the cart without fear.
He was ever so excited!
And not the bit plighted,
Even though the slaver's breath stank of beer.
But little did they know,
That away he did stow,
A careful few items on his back.
So for one night, then a few
Little Boy ate at his stew,
Which he had saved, in his stolen, travel pack.
But the trader found out
And gave Little Boy a clout,
Claiming 'tis mine!'
(though not so in rhyme)
and stole Little Boy's every knick-knack.
So onward they traveled
And Little Boy grew baffled,
As he was denied food and drink.
He did protest, was told:
"You'll eat like the rest
and you better had not cause a stink.
And you listen, you,
I'll tell you what I'll do!
'for I'll squander my food, you rat-fink!
"I'll squeeze every last breath,
From your poor dying breast,
And see how you like it then, fool!"
Then the slaver grew quiet,
After finishing his riot
And began calmly to eat at his gruel.
So poor Little Boy grew meek,
Was not fed for a week,
Till at last they arrived at a city.
Fair Athens it was
Where our Little Boy does
Ask the trader; "May I please, use the privy?"
And it was on that day,
That he did run away.
it stands on it's own. ---sigh--- however, if u do wanna see the second
half of it, go ooonnn to the second chappie, it'll tie into midsummer's
there.
Luvies!!! Enjoy!!!
Xiao An Ren
Or.
Little Boy
1
Little Boy,
Was a sproutly lad,
Of twelve to seventeen.
His eyes they were,
As growing leeks,
A deep and velvet green.
So bright he was,
The palace came,
But came they not to toy.
Instead they came
(And his claim to fame)
He became their Whipping Boy.
Now Little Boy was
Of Asian descent,
For in China he made his home.
No one knew why
His eyes were green,
Or why his hair so little he did comb.
But whispers there were
And they did concur;
Earth was not where he came from, straightway.
And so much of the time,
Even when covered with grime
'Twas regarded, he was one of the Fae.
Now back to our story,
After that little excursion,
In which I told you of his descent.
The guards of the palace,
Took him 'home' without malice,
Where he stayed in a room, up-pent.
And when the time came,
He was sent for (to maim),
And he came, straight a-way, without fuss.
For though many the hurts
(You know that the few; weren't)
The prince's hair he didn't want to muss.
For though the whippers were old,
And their demeanor, so cold,
For the Prince, he would always take the fall.
For Little Boy knew,
And his heart, told him true.
That throughout all the palace
Though their hearts filled with malice,
The Prince was the cruelest of all.
And so many a day,
Passed by in this way,
Until the Prince, seeming gainéd a heart.
He called Little Boy out
After finishing a bout,
And sold him to the passing Slave cart.
Now Little Boy, you see,
Observed this with glee,
And hopped on the cart without fear.
He was ever so excited!
And not the bit plighted,
Even though the slaver's breath stank of beer.
But little did they know,
That away he did stow,
A careful few items on his back.
So for one night, then a few
Little Boy ate at his stew,
Which he had saved, in his stolen, travel pack.
But the trader found out
And gave Little Boy a clout,
Claiming 'tis mine!'
(though not so in rhyme)
and stole Little Boy's every knick-knack.
So onward they traveled
And Little Boy grew baffled,
As he was denied food and drink.
He did protest, was told:
"You'll eat like the rest
and you better had not cause a stink.
And you listen, you,
I'll tell you what I'll do!
'for I'll squander my food, you rat-fink!
"I'll squeeze every last breath,
From your poor dying breast,
And see how you like it then, fool!"
Then the slaver grew quiet,
After finishing his riot
And began calmly to eat at his gruel.
So poor Little Boy grew meek,
Was not fed for a week,
Till at last they arrived at a city.
Fair Athens it was
Where our Little Boy does
Ask the trader; "May I please, use the privy?"
And it was on that day,
That he did run away.