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Mr. Brumpi And The Sea's Ol' Song
by Antonio Garza
Mr. Brumpi, a little gnome, that lived in a tree by the sea,
woke up one day, all grumpy you see.
Stumbling out of his little bed,
with his stomach waiting to be fed,
he wakes up his friend Mr. Tuddles,
a caterpillar, that lives within reach of his grumbles.
"Mr. Brumpi, what is it? What is wrong?"
"Mr. Tuddles I am tired of that ol' song!"
"Ol' song? Are you tired of me?"
"No Mr. Tuddles, I am tired of the sea."
"But Mr. Brumpi, we have lived here all our lives."
"I know Mr. Tuddles, but decent food and decent sleep, is all a gnome strives.
With the air howling and the rumbling of the water
I just couldn't sleep. Oh, what a bother."
"If you leave Mr. Brumpi, I will go to.
I love you like a brother, you know I do."
"I couldn't ask you to leave your home for me.
If I did, an ogre is what I would be."
"Ogre, shm-ogre. When do we leave?" asked Mr. Tuddles, adding a wink.
"As soon as I pack up everything, including the sink."
By noon that day, they were ready to go.
Where they would go, they still didn't know.
"Mr. Brumpi, do you know where will be our new home?"
"No Mr. Tuddles, and for that, we must roam.
My heart will know," he said, as he reached for his chest.
"But I think, we should start by heading west."
"Some nice mountains are there," said Mr. Tuddles smiling.
"But I do believe, you'll have to do some climbing.
I sure hope, our quest is short, and the weather fair."
"Well if gets cold there, you can take refuge within my hair."
"Thank you Mr. Brumpi, but I feel I'm not doing much."
"That's okay Mr. Tuddles, I knew it would be such.
You are so little, and extremely fragile,
it would take a long time, to crawl but a mile.
You relax there upon my shoulder,
but hang on tight, if I jump a boulder."
Mr. Brumpi walked for hours pulling his cart,
feeling tired, he had to stop to rest his heart.
"Are we there yet?" asked Mr. Tuddles, waking from his nap.
"No, but with this bright sun, I wish I had a cap."
Mr. Brumpi dried his sweaty forehead,
while Mr. Tuddles, amazed at his face so red.
Mr. Brumpi rested and drank some water,
but in his heart he knew, he had to go farther.
Into the mountains, they trudged ahead,
"Something's not right," is all he said.
They reached a plateau, where they found a little doe,
when they stopped to see,
he realized, what a mistake this would be.
"Are we there yet?" asked Mr. Tuddles again.
"I'm afraid not, 'cause my heart is beating, times ten."
Wearing a heavy frown, Mr. Brumpi, scrambled back down.
They walked to the river, they had seen over yonder,
and were amazed, with all its wonder.
"Are we there yet?" asked Mr. Tuddles.
"No, I can't live amongst, all these muddy puddles."
Pulling his cart though the quagmire,
a very dry ground, he did desire.
A short time later, they reached a nice knoll,
and soon found out, here lived a nasty troll.
Running fast and breathing heavy,
Mr. Brumpi dead tired, pulled hard and pulled steady.
They reached a big desert, that was too hot and dry.
Here they both felt, as if they would fry.
"Are we there yet?" Mr. Tuddles asked again.
"Certainly not, we're in the scorpion's den."
In great dismay, that was all Mr. Brumpi could say.
With little energy left, he had but just an ounce,
Mr. Brumpi began, to feel his heart pounce.
A faint soothing song, he heard over yonder,
and in this desert, he did not flounder.
He followed the sound, as his heart urged him to,
and when he got there, his heart split in two.
Standing before him, was his beautiful old tree,
and he started to cry, as he fell on one knee.
"Are we there yet?" asked Mr. Tuddles, with a tear in his eye.
"Yes...Mr. Tuddles," he replied with a sigh.
"I feel ashamed, it took me this long,
to realize, I really needed the sea's ol' song."
The End
Copyright 2008 Antonio Garza
You can email the author at antonio@zalien.com
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