Yes, I spelled it that way on purpose.. maybe I spelled it right maybe I didn't.
There once was a little boy named little Boy Roy
he was a good boy with hippy parents and a stuffed bear named Stan
now Stan and Roy had this magical connection, they could talk
now most people thought that it was odd that Roy, being as old as he was,
would talk to his stuffed bear named Stan,
But Roy dind't know that they could not hear.
nor did he care for his parents thought he should be free to be himself.
Now Roy had to have bean about 9 when the words his bear said started to change.
Stan started telling Roy to do things.. strange and scary things.
first it was small and seemed harmless, " take this rock and throw it at that light
The light isn't that far away, I bet you can't hit it"
Now Roy was a good arm and he threw that rock as hard as he could and
Crash, a perfect hit."
Roy felt bad about breaking the light, so he ran home to tell his parents
his parents said
"Roy, it isn't that bad, the neighbors have hated that light since the city put it in.
You are doing them a favor they will sleep well tonight."
Roy was confused, about what was wrong and right
so later that night he asked his bear.
Stan said roy, I have another plan, to find out just what is wrong and right
lets try something more wrong.
Roy was scared, "what shall we do"
Why not rob the store and take some candy to chew.
They snuck out the window and down to the store
where they found the guard asleep at the door
they snuck inside and saw all the treets
quickly some candy out off to the streets.
When Roy got home he was even more nervous still
until his parents said Roy, Your being a Pill
Though the candy at the store is not yours to eat
You have bean honest with us no go back to sleep.
So Stan told Roy, see it wasn't so bad
why don't we try something even more rad
Your parents were proud when you broke out the light
why not try something more out of sight.
they were proud when you stood up and and told the truth.
so why not take these strengths to the masses
your a natural leader
no go to the classes
tell them how you feel
tell its true
tell them how
they should follow you
So Roy went to the corner and stood on a box
yelling to all about his expierence with Rocks.
The people all cheared for he was the boy who took out the light
and gave them all good sleep that night.
He told of the store and how he snuck in.
They cheared for the owner was evil out and within.
They told him they would follow him where ever he goes.
to take over the world for he seems to know
just what the people want, he has some insight
that is how he backame the littlest dictator that night.
I should get going here.. I think I have written enough.. and I hope you all like the way I slipped into rhyme... I have to go and pick up a book and remember all the rules about sonets and villinells and other formal poetry, I loved writting formal poetry.. maybe someday I will dust off the vaults and pull some of my class work and chare and impress. I used to be good at writing in meter, I think I still doing it, as I seem to be singing every word I write, ok, there I broke it. Dr. Seuss can really get going, it becomes a flowing of snidbilly sowing.
freugal frackels and freckled flies.
but mostly this wishy washing singing inside.
I have to get going.. I only listened to a CD compilation I made of Industrial music some time ago. oh, and I listened to David Bowie LIve and Well.com
well, good night
"There's nothin more special", the saying is said,
than reading bill's bloggin 'fore going to bed.
It's crafty and facty and yes there is more,
I'ts funny and heartfelt and never a bore.
With glee I anticipate every rum tiggle,
where even your spamming will cause me to giggle.
The Dicktator, Rapping and Stan the Stuffed Bear, remind me how clever you are, and so there.
But mostly you know, in the what where or when,
the part that's most special,
is that you're my friend.