Sep 23, 2006 16:52
The Boy With His Heart in a Box
"There once was a boy who felt no love.
His heart was taken and kept up above.
Locked in a box, he hadn't the key,
for around the neck it lay of old grampy.
'Grampy, can I please have the key,' begged the small boy.
'No, no,' said Grampy. 'It isn't a toy.'
'But I need my heart. I feel so hollow inside.'
'I'm sorry my lad...' and once again he was denied.
Away the boy walked, unsure how to feel.
Without a heart, no emotion is real.
Just then he had an idea come to brain.
He knew at last how his heart to regain.
He loved his grampy or at least he thought so.
Without his heart he would never know.
So with just a small 'tip,' Grampy went into the flames,
cursing and screaming and calling him names.
Quickly grampy was engulfed by a firey sea.
All that was left were some bones and a key.
At last his heart could be his once again.
He unlocked the box and removed it then.
With a zip and a squish all his feelings returned.
He realized the only person who loved him, he burned.
And in the end the boy sighed one last little moan,
he then keeled over, sad and alone."