April 21, 2008

R is for Rob, by a bus was he pinned

R is for Rob, by a bus was he pinned
04/21/2008 - National Poetry Month post #24, part of The Unlucky Twenty-Six

At Marrow Moor Middle the wrestling team
had won every meet because of Rob Beam,
whose strength on the mat was far more than supreme;
his opponents all gave him the highest esteem.

But Rob, only twelve, felt a twinge of frustration.
He thought with more fame he'd earn more adulation
but he'd already beat the best foes in the nation;
he needed to wrestle the rest of creation.

He challenged a senior at Marrow Moor High.
Rob beat him so badly he started to cry,
so Rob said he'd wrestle two girls and a guy,
but in all Marrow Moor not a soul would apply.

So he wrestled three pit bulls to keep in good shape,
six convicts in prison who couldn't escape,
and he had to go down to the zoo on the Cape
to wrestle a tiger, a bear, and an ape.

But it wasn't enough for young Rob, who loved fame.
He decided he needed to wrestle big game.
Serengeti was where he would find true acclaim!
So the largest of beasts he set out to tame.

The gators and crocs took no time at all,
and it took just one minute for the lion to fall,
and the match with the rhino turned into a brawl,
and the bull elephant disobeyed protocol.

Rob started home happy, having made quite a mark,
but before he got on his flight through Denmark
he had the bus driver pull over and park
so he could warm down with a huge tiger shark.

While Rob dried off and was taking a break,
the driver forgot the emergency brake.
The bus rolled quite fast due to his great mistake,
and it flattened Rob Beam just like a pancake.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.


Precie said...

Sorry to interrupt your unlucky train...but I have a meme for you. Tag, you're it!

Ello - Ellen Oh said...

I can't believe you are at R now! I am in awe by the way.

So this poem really connects with me because when I was 10, a boy in my class trying to sneak on the back of a packed Coney Island Avenue bus, fell out and got his legs rolled over by the back wheels of the bus. Rumors flew around school that week that he had lost his legs and was an amputee, etc. But turns out the lucky sob just broke both his legs, but they weren't shattered somehow and he came back to school in casts and a wheelchair a month later. The reason I remembered ths is because I actually saw the bus go over his legs. He was completely pinned. It was freaky.

And I liked all your rambling over at Precie's!

JaneyV said...

A twelve-year-old wrestler! Where do you find the inspiration?

I've finally caught up now!

Blogless Troll said...

Forgot to comment on this one before.

Keeping the streak alive. Can he make it to Z without faltering?

PJD said...

Ello, that's two in a row you had a real-life story for. I never figured that would happen. Huh. Lucky for that kid he got back to it. I heard of a kid recently who broke his ankle--both growth plates!--just jumping over a bench. Go figure. Get run over by a bus, be OK. Jump over a bench, maybe end up with uneven legs.

BT, I am imagining you with a Boomer wig on saying "he could... go... all... the... way!