Post by zombiexdave on Apr 23, 2008 23:39:42 GMT -5
oh a good one a good one.
first story i ever wrote.
The Boy Who Ate His Own Hands
There once was a boy,
who ate his own hands.
His parents were puzzled,
they didn't understand.
They set out at once,
on blind camel and steed,
to find the prosthetic hands
their son did need.
They finally arrived,
at a house by the sea,
where a crazy old man
said the hands would be.
They stormed inside,
no-man's land,
and shouted and screamed,
and demanded the hands.
"If it was only that easy,"
said a voice from the walls,
"It will take me some time,
I should have them by Fall."
The parents went mad,
at these kind words.
"We want them NOW,
are we understood?"
"Of course you are ma'am,
but I'll need some rare goods."
"You've got it!" they said.
"we're so wealthy you see."
"Then in that case," he said
"bring three items to me."
"I'll need the hand of a thief,
and a thick rubber band.
Lets not forget about the right hand,
i'll need that part from a mad man.
"ARE YOU CRAZY," the parents shouted,
"WE HAVE TO CUT OFF TWO HANDS!?"
"Indeed i was serious.
Don't forget the rubber band."
So off they wandered,
the items held strongly in their mind.
The winter was tough,
on the camel and steed.
They were all so hungry,
so father stole a peach.
Mother was sobbing,
and lying and laughing.
She didn't want her baby,
going through life handless.
And then it hit them,
and it hit them real hard.
They had found everything,
that they were looking for.
The father stole peaches,
that made him a thief.
the mother was crazy,
a mad-woman indeed.
It only took an instant,
and a little blood loss.
Dad's left thiefly hand,
and mom's right were gone.
they returned to the man,
with both left and right hand.
and they didn't forget,
the thick rubber band.
"I'm impressed," the man said,
"That you'd chop off your hands.
That took much courage,
give me the rubber band."
And he worked and he played,
day after day,
until one day he said,
"I've got it!"
"The hands are done,
bring your child at once!"
and the parents,
hurried right home.
"where are you son!"
they said quite excited,
"we have a surprise for you,
this time we're not lying!"
After months of hard work,
and a sick sense of charm.
The boy with no hands,
had eaten his arms.
done done done.
a lot of my stories tend to have a little bit of recurring phrases sometimes.
it's just how i roll.
3/4
first story i ever wrote.
The Boy Who Ate His Own Hands
There once was a boy,
who ate his own hands.
His parents were puzzled,
they didn't understand.
They set out at once,
on blind camel and steed,
to find the prosthetic hands
their son did need.
They finally arrived,
at a house by the sea,
where a crazy old man
said the hands would be.
They stormed inside,
no-man's land,
and shouted and screamed,
and demanded the hands.
"If it was only that easy,"
said a voice from the walls,
"It will take me some time,
I should have them by Fall."
The parents went mad,
at these kind words.
"We want them NOW,
are we understood?"
"Of course you are ma'am,
but I'll need some rare goods."
"You've got it!" they said.
"we're so wealthy you see."
"Then in that case," he said
"bring three items to me."
"I'll need the hand of a thief,
and a thick rubber band.
Lets not forget about the right hand,
i'll need that part from a mad man.
"ARE YOU CRAZY," the parents shouted,
"WE HAVE TO CUT OFF TWO HANDS!?"
"Indeed i was serious.
Don't forget the rubber band."
So off they wandered,
the items held strongly in their mind.
The winter was tough,
on the camel and steed.
They were all so hungry,
so father stole a peach.
Mother was sobbing,
and lying and laughing.
She didn't want her baby,
going through life handless.
And then it hit them,
and it hit them real hard.
They had found everything,
that they were looking for.
The father stole peaches,
that made him a thief.
the mother was crazy,
a mad-woman indeed.
It only took an instant,
and a little blood loss.
Dad's left thiefly hand,
and mom's right were gone.
they returned to the man,
with both left and right hand.
and they didn't forget,
the thick rubber band.
"I'm impressed," the man said,
"That you'd chop off your hands.
That took much courage,
give me the rubber band."
And he worked and he played,
day after day,
until one day he said,
"I've got it!"
"The hands are done,
bring your child at once!"
and the parents,
hurried right home.
"where are you son!"
they said quite excited,
"we have a surprise for you,
this time we're not lying!"
After months of hard work,
and a sick sense of charm.
The boy with no hands,
had eaten his arms.
done done done.
a lot of my stories tend to have a little bit of recurring phrases sometimes.
it's just how i roll.
3/4
