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.”