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Mare

There once lived a horse with no hair,

a conman had seen at the fair.

So he threw on a wig,

and did book it a gig,

as ‘Mullet the Magical Mare’.

-Amy Struthers

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The Dreamer and Georgie’s Advice

He said, “I’ll be a writer, so tomorrow I will start.”,

to which his brother Georgie sighed, “But now’s the time for art!”

“But I don’t have time”, the dreamer said.

“Then make some!” Georgie cried.

“For merry men who lived their life would say you haven’t tried.

If you want to dream, then do it. If you want to write, then GO.

As nothing ever comes of talk, I’m interested in show.”

“Alright”, said he, “If you insist, for surely you are right.

Oh Georgie, can you tell me how we both began this fight?”

His clever twin responded

by pulling out a pen

to write upon his brother’s hand, “Let’s have this talk again.”

“Oh Georgie, please! Have you gone mad? But why repeat it twice?”

To which good Georgie snorted, “That’s what comes of sound advice!

You must repeat it daily, for as silly as it seems,

that’s how artists, like yourself, achieve the stuff of dreams.”

-Amy Struthers

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The Little Misfits

I woke from bed and wiped the glass to see a girl in white,

running through the pasture and then to my heart’s delight,

she smiled at me, then waved her hand above the sill and said,

“Hello, my name is Barbagal. I’ve come to shave your head.”

I said, “Alright”, for I did not see how a trim could do me harm

and so with scruffy locks I ran to greet her at the barn.

“Two shillings, please” said the little girl. “Sir, I’m saving for some pigs.

One that’s tall and fit to haul my wagon full of wigs!”

“An entrepreneur!” I yelped aloud. “Why, I’ll give you just the sum.”

To which the girl, this Barbagal replied, “I need a plum.

A tasty fruit of any kind, I need for preparation,

for cutting locks of reddish hue is quite the operation.

Consider it the finest scrub your scalp will ever know.

Sadly sir, you’ll need to front a larger sum of dough.”

 

With arms outstretched and pockets bare, I darted from that spot

and landed back in Kensington, to tell of what I ought.

“Farmers, fickle freelance folks, and friends, if you may be,

I’ve a sum for one fresh plumb, and bushels for one tree.

So happened on a day like this, a girl who cuts red hair

And if I do so say myself, no charge could be as fair.

The lucky fresh-plumb bearer shall be paid when I am shaved

and on good deed, is guaranteed my payment won’t be waved.”

Two boys fell forward laughing with a plumb tied to their wrists

and told me that they’d make a trade for what was on my fists.

“Four plumbs for four fine rings” they said, “And then we’ll cut a deal,

assuming that those bands of yours are quite the curve of steel.”

 

We shook then I ran back to see a barbered-barn and pigs,

fit to haul a king-sized stall, and all while wearing wigs.

It seemed that she’d made quite the pitch, as crowds had gathered round

a girl with plumbs and lightning thumbs

who started from the ground.

 

I got that scrub and shaven head, and all was good until

two boys with silver rings and things approached the same old sill.

 

“Aha!” I did so yelp aloud. “Just now what is your aim?”

to which the younglings pitched at me the semblance of a game.

“Shiny Things Incorporated, good sir, if you ask,

you are surely signing to a most amusing task.

Good sir, if you complete it, then a partner you shall be, and

by your wit, shall cut the fit it takes to be a three!

Do tell us where the truffles rest

and you’ll get your reply.

Assuming you live by your word,

you’d give our task a try.”

 

The little misfits cornered me.

I couldn’t back away.

By my hand

and their command,

I had to lift the hay!

They got my stockpile truffles

so that I could share in stock,

and rightly lift the coffer

as to proffer shining schlock.

 

Turns out that girl who owned the wigs

had branched out through her friends

to pay her show pigs truffles,

with her brothers’ dividends.

-Amy Struthers