The Little, Tiny Man

Below the spotted ferns

Of a brilliant eggplant

I stared, my mouth agape

At a little tiny man

He swung around the vine

On the chubby, purple bean

And he sang a little song

Like a jukebox on repeat

The only problem was,

His singing was quite bad

When he tried to belt a D

It crawled out as B-flat

But, he yodeled on

Unabated by his skill

He leaped, skipped and scurried

Like a crazy, mad-man krill

Hands clapped around my ears

I crept behind this fellow

And hid behind some chard

That was beginning to turn yellow

Alas, he saw my shoes

And turned snow white with the shock

Then reached into his pocket

And pulled out a golden clock

“I’ll have you know” he stuttered

“That you’d better close your eyes;

I’ll be doin’ a little magic here

And it’s you I’ll hypnotize”

He swung around his timepiece

With a deep, hypnotic thrum

I almost became sorry

Because his strategy was dumb.

He thought I was afraid of him

But in truth, he gave delight

He was no larger than a cup

Though his spirit had some might

“Alright class, it’s time to go”

Ms. Skinner did proclaim

I looked at her, back at the man.

My position stayed the same

“Sorry bro” I whispered

As I reached the time I dreaded

“I just started summer school-

And I need all of this credit”

I stood up quite reluctantly

And waved a sad goodbye

But this little tiny, grinning man

Just let out a grateful sigh

“So long, oh you beasty,”

The man shouted out with glee

“Now you see the terror,

That comes from meeting me.”