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The Legend of Little Timmy

2004-05-09

Category: poetry
All the children of the village,
Tall, short, fat, or skinny,
Know by heart the story called,
The Legend of Little Timmy.

Timmy was a boy one time,
Who lived here in the Ville,
School and home and playing ball,
The way that such boys will.
Until one day he found a key,
Buried 'neath some rocks,
Then daydreamed about, did he,
Just what this thing unlocks.
He took it home and kept it hid,
Until later that night,
After supper in his room,
He played in yellow light.
"Oh yea, my key," he thought to himself,
Fiddling with the trinket,
"I should find a lock for this,"
That's how he did think it,
His eyes and mind searched 'round his room,
At toys and boxes and more,
Till his eyes fell upon,
The lock on the closet door.
Warded locks look 'bout the same,
At least from the outside,
So with confidence he approached the door,
The key in lock did slide.
His eyebrows rose with great wonder,
Eyes had grown wide too.
He didn't think the key would fit.
Now what should he do?
The answer was simple, to you and I,
Took longer for his brain to burn,
But the thought crawled up through his mind,
He gave the key a turn.
The key gave way a little bit,
But then the thing got stuck.
Timmy fought and fought and fought,
While cursing his rotten luck.
He beat the key with every toy,
Used each rock he had collected,
Made every effort to dislodge the key,
All his efforts were rejected.
Till his mother came in the room,
And kissed him on the head,
Made him put on his pajamas,
Then crawl up into bed.
With a "good night" the lamp went out,
Then the door closed on the dark.
Timmy snuggled in his bed,
Dreaming of the park.
No one knows what happened there,
That night in Timmy's room,
There was neither light nor any sound,
A crack, a thump, a boom.
Timmy was gone and never seen,
A missing little boy,
With his pajamas, half of the bed,
And his favorite little toy.
The closet door sat off its hinges,
There it did sway and rock,
Fused with heat beneath the doorknob,
A key sticking from the lock.

All the children of the village,
Tall, short, fat, or skinny,
Know by heart the story called,
The Legend of Little Timmy.

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