The foibles of childhood in pink rubber castles,
cushioned illusions for yesterdays’ whys.
but of what of today, when an adult’s
perception shows “Wonder Year” fables
a fabric of lies?
Stepmother finally won with “le Crunch”,
Defeated Snow White with a tasty packed lunch,
Snow White, deceased, is boxed, powdered
dreams, pounded and packaged for washing
machines. Tinkerbell adds a sparkle to dishes,
while the Genie who granted Aladdin’s three wishes
sells carpets and bedding and tables and chairs
to the house-conscious family, perhaps the Three Bears?
bunny Whittington’s cat is now quite uncouth,
paws out of a tin straight into his mouth.
The frog that was spurned by spoiled brat of princess
sells beer in a swamp and is quite a success.
His nude brother rides an imaginary bike
for a phone that is mobile, if that’s what you like!
Peter Pan’s secret is now sold in jars,
whilst smoking Tom Thumb gives his name to cigars.
Now, you’ll never believe this, it’s all quite absurd,
Jack’s Giant’s gone green now, or so I have heard.
He stands almost naked in countryside scenes
and Jack, now his partner, is making baked beans
from his beanstalk, and milk from his cow
tho’ it’s down from the moon, that’s all over now.
Poor thing’s has a farmer sitting astride
Sings cream-pudding songs, whilst taking a ride.
White Rabbit hurries to pub on the corner
Oh, and the bad mannered lad, name of Jack Horner
married Mary the gardener, his prim, loving wife,
and she sees that he uses spoon, fork and knife.
Oh, I know there are many I suppose I could mention
but this poem’s too long to keep your attention
So now I will end it, with this sad conclusion,
that the wee folk of childhood were just an illusion.
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