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Once upon a more certain time,
People would hear an ancient chime
Listen well, children past their prime
To Time’s spectacular nursery rhyme
An old, old, old, wise man said
“Rise, you fool child, from your bed.
To stay and mope here instead,
You’re better off dead!”
“Do you know of the town called Boulderhead?”
The child confused, he shakes his head
The man then would tell of the town aforesaid
That would fill the likes of you with dread
The town did look like any town
But it was horrible, hands down
The people, were horrible, I’d vote them down
If this was Facebook, I’d give them a frown
See the citizens of all shapes and sizes
But all was the same, lazy enterprises
There was no such word as exercises
The stores, full of bed, chair, and bench franchises
Some did stand whenever they could
But what they do, they never do good
They talk with foul tongues, I wish they were wood
To cut them off, if you think you should
Some did try to do their best
But children you see, life is a long quest
Some try, and try, and stop from the stress
They love the start and forget the rest
They love to love, and love they did
Couples would relax in parks and hid
They’d talk of wonders and dreams they’d build
But when all is done, they’ll leave when they’re not thrilled
When the butterflies are gone, all is lost
Begin again, slowly hearts would frost
The town, sadly, the line they crossed
Actions have consequences, always a cost
They slept from the start, they’ll sleep forever
Their snores would thrum, hollow terror
Progress, advancement, change; never
They will never feel the touch of life; together
Stone will erode, metal will rust
Give it some Time, all will be dust
In the crumble and collapse, we trust
All will perish with the gust
A warning to those who listened and read
Let the wise man’s word be spread
Time’s clock ticks, go where no one has tread
Lest we all become like foolish Boulderhead
Literary: Boulderhead
Once upon a more certain time,
People would hear an ancient chime
Listen well, children past their prime
To Time’s spectacular nursery rhyme
An old, old, old, wise man said
“Rise, you fool child, from your bed.
To stay and mope here instead,
You’re better off dead!”
“Do you know of the town called Boulderhead?”
The child confused, he shakes his head
The man then would tell of the town aforesaid
That would fill the likes of you with dread
The town did look like any town
But it was horrible, hands down
The people, were horrible, I’d vote them down
If this was Facebook, I’d give them a frown
See the citizens of all shapes and sizes
But all was the same, lazy enterprises
There was no such word as exercises
The stores, full of bed, chair, and bench franchises
Some did stand whenever they could
But what they do, they never do good
They talk with foul tongues, I wish they were wood
To cut them off, if you think you should
Some did try to do their best
But children you see, life is a long quest
Some try, and try, and stop from the stress
They love the start and forget the rest
They love to love, and love they did
Couples would relax in parks and hid
They’d talk of wonders and dreams they’d build
But when all is done, they’ll leave when they’re not thrilled
When the butterflies are gone, all is lost
Begin again, slowly hearts would frost
The town, sadly, the line they crossed
Actions have consequences, always a cost
They slept from the start, they’ll sleep forever
Their snores would thrum, hollow terror
Progress, advancement, change; never
They will never feel the touch of life; together
Stone will erode, metal will rust
Give it some Time, all will be dust
In the crumble and collapse, we trust
All will perish with the gust
A warning to those who listened and read
Let the wise man’s word be spread
Time’s clock ticks, go where no one has tread
Lest we all become like foolish Boulderhead
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