There once was a man who was idle and tame
His greatest ambition was to solve a fool’s game
He broke his back twice and his heart thrice
He didn’t expect that his subjects would entice
There once was a child who was brave and wild
But something happened that made him defiled
He woke up one day and saw he’d grown old
And so he bought a sign for his soul that said “Sold”
I met the poor man on the last day of his life
He cried, the daring child never even got a wife
Yet one thing could still redeem his great mistakes
To tell his story, as his past, finally, awakes
The solemn fellow slowly began his great tale
Which I shall now attempt to repeat without fail
A story that towers so high like the one in Babel
But which now is reduced to the wreckage of fable
The story begins with a knighted boy named Bill
Who never could quite manage to stay still
Every day he travelled to lands far and wide
To return everyday to dinner like the tide
Some days Bill would journey to the Castle of Teen,
A place only the bravest child could be seen
For the mighty King Jim sat on his throne proud
And all that entered, could only if he allowed
The king’s prized possession was the Elixir of Joy
He professed it to be his own private toy
He drank until he could no longer stand
And started to hit the air with his hand
The brave Sir Bill once stole the Elixir one night
And found himself in a whirlwind of delight
Though when he awoke the next morning
He noticed the elixir’s bottle carried a warning
The Beast of Minerva was his greatest nemesis
She ruled dictatorially, the supremacist
Sucking dry, the joy of life and its energy
But she taught him the power of synergy
Sir Bill gathered his strongest allies
And exiled the Monster with their rallies
But once she was defeated and finally done
Another appeared out of Apollo’s Sun
For many a year the Knight fought the beast
Until one day he battled and was finally released
And so his great voyage at length began
Aimlessly wandering without a plan
Breaking through the tyranny of Ponos’ child
Who would attack him with paper and go wild
He seduced the Sirens with great success
And made some later his personal princess
All of which later abandoned him to his fate
He then awoke one day to see that his life was late
His Knighthood had been robbed by age
Sir Bill was now the knave of the stage
And so the old man told me his great tale
But even this did not seem to avail
His distress and fear was far too great
And so he laid back and decided to wait
“Is there no hope of any redemption?”
“No second chances against rejection?”
The broken figure simply cracked a smile
“I’ve been asking that now for a while.”
There once was a man who was weak and old
Before he died, though, I heard it told
His age that had robbed him of his youth
Had at the end of the day taught him truth
He awoke from the nightmare he was in
Arose to his life and decided to begin
Took upon himself his crown of old
Took down the sign off his soul that said “Sold”
For Sir Bill had found his second chance
In the most peculiar of romance
There once was a man who fell asleep one night
And his final thought was, “In the end I got it right.”
