Time Recursion

I’ve recently realised it’s been a long… heck no, it’s been a downright dirty and awfully enormous amount of time since I’ve written a poem. To tell the truth, I haven’t ever tried writing poetry in English before, but there was a phase during the elementary school during which I was doing this at an almost weekly basis (in Slovenian language of course). Now, I’m no poet, and I’m fully aware that most of the “rhymes” I scribble on paper are only good for providing a faster combustion of the cellulose when setting a fire, but I do get some sudden inspirational flashes that contain a hint of wit I feel it’s worth sharing.

As it happens, there was an occasion last week, when I suddenly felt (out of boredom) that I need to write a poem about a guy that likes to watch the stars. Since the title might imply that this song is boring, I must disappoint you, this is not the case (well, at least I laughed when writing it), and I feel obliged to warn you, that it’s not a song to be read to children as a lullaby.

Uncle Tony watched the stars

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

while out shopping, or stealing cars.

Looking up with an intensive gaze,

his voice was clear, his eyes ablaze.

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

drinking whiskey in classy bars.

Racing ’round in his pickup truck,

with loaded guns, and explosives packed.

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

shooting people, starting wars.

Walking around in his Cowboy attire,

leaving mayhem and a ball of fire.

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

chased by the police in their fastest cars.

With two helicopters right behind,

a ray of hope for the humankind.

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

from his cell, through iron bars.

Heavily guarded in his prison,

will he change and see the reason?

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

his mind unchanged, still wishing wars.

Until the end of the great debate,

to decide upon his sorry fate.

Uncle Tony watched the stars,

on a spaceship, bound for mars.

Where he could see the stars up-close,

he shed a tear, and blew his nose.

He finally got for what he craved,

everyone happy, our existence saved.

Well, looks like you safely battled your way through this unusually large page. Congratulations! I guess you’re probably wondering who uncle Tony is? The answer is quite simple, no-one. At least no-one from the real world. And why uncle? Because it sounded better than “some guy Tony”. Now who is uncle Tony in my fictional world, well… that is to be discovered in some future song.