The Twenty-Foot Tall, Shy Giant

The Twenty-Foot Tall, Shy Giant

By: Lauren May

Back in the day

They used to say

How mean and horrible I was.

I’m here to declare

That I’m just a fair

Twenty-foot tall, shy giant.

The song I supposedly sang

Sounds horrid and eerily rang.

The fee the fi the fo the fum

Sounds like I’ve had too much rum.

In truth, when I saw this Jack

He had fallen in a tiny crack.

I asked if he was alive or dead

And not to worry, I’m a certified med.

Broken bones and bloody faces

Only require a few sturdy braces.

His response, however, was shocking

As he shushed my unwanted squawking.

He ran out the door but stopped

And I saw the jaw that he dropped

As he listened to my melodious harp

Full of notes both flat and sharp.

You know I couldn’t believe my eyes

As he ran towards his desired prize.

He picked her up, the harp he did

And, rather awkwardly, began to skid

Down the stalk from whence he came.

He couldn’t understand my fitful shame

I’d tried to help this poor bloke

And in return he decided to invoke.

Me, of all giants, me the tallest of all

So I climbed after him and started a brawl.

The little fellow gave up right away

And I left without making him prey.

One would think, this story would promote

Me as a kind heart, I don’t mean to gloat.

I forgave a kid who stole

Something that makes my heart whole,

But the only stories I hear now

Are ones that turn me into chow.

Fortunately, for Jack I don’t hold grudges.

In the end, it’ll be up to God and the judges

To decide who was right.

Meanwhile, I’ll remain a careful guy

Listening to my harp in the sky

Very alive and very well.