Inspired by Pokémon Emerald, of all things.
This poem was featured in Best of Manchester Poets: Volume 3, published by Puppywolf in 2013.
An angry monster grumbles in the sky.
Brave Sir Steven puts on his magic cape
And says, "Quick, to the tower!"
But I don't want to walk that far,
Nor cross the treacherous lake,
Nor awaken the friendly dragon.
Can we not just sit and watch the weather
And think of all the people drowning?
Steven is way up there now,
Hands outstretched in the breeze -
To make it look like he's flying, I guess -
But his pillowcase cape isn't billowing.
I glare at him from the grass by the garden pond.
"Fine, I'm not playing!" he shouts.
He can have the climbing frame.
It's raining and I want to dig for worms.
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