The Nut Cracker

 

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Sometimes things just aren’t as they may seem
Especially if you’re a young boy and do scheme.
This poem investigates some boys wild imaginations
That dreamed and schemed with no organization.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Nut Cracker

 

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When I was a good looking young boy at ten years old,
There was a woman that lived on our street that was cold
She lived clear down at the end in the last house at on the right.
There were always strange things going on especially at night.

 

 

 

 

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Occasionally, we would see her drive by in the car during the day.
She had long scraggly black hair that looked something like hay,
And a long crooked nose with a mole with a hair on the side.
She was very scary looking to us boys and from her we did hide.

 

 

 

 

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We called her a nut cracker as we thought she tortured boys nuts,
So we stayed clear of her and avoided her just to save our butts.
When we slept out at night we told stories of The Nut Cracker,
Putting our balls in a vice then slowly squeezing by the attacker.

 

 

 

 

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Just talking about it put us in some extremely terrible pain,
That made our loins ache until we were almost totally insane.
This made us hate the old witch that we had never even met
And bad mouth her calling her bad names that seemed to fit.

 

 

 

 

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On Halloween we all avoided her house while trick or treating,
Because we valued our nuts too much for a chance meeting.
We did mark her windows with soap and dump her trash can,
Because of the hate we had developed over the long time span.

 

 

 

 

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One day I ran in front of her house and I stepped in a hole.
I went down in some serious pain and just laid there and rolled.
I didn’t see the door to the house open or the lady come out.
She kneeled down by my side and helped me into her house.

 

 

 

 

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I thought… well this is it, I’m going to lose the family jewels.
But instead she wrapped my ankle with ice which was very cool.
I looked up at her and she was not ugly at all, how could this be?
She brought me some sugar cookies and a nice cup of hot tea.

What a nice lady she turned out to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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She called my parents and told them I had turned my ankle bone,
And could not walk, so they came and got me and took me home.
I wondered how we could have been so wrong about this fine lady,
And could have misjudged her all this time, it was just crazy.

 

 

 

 

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I stopped in to see her once a week after that enlightening day,
And she always served me refreshments on a cute little tray.
I think she was just lonely and liked talking to this young man.
We became good friends, talking together in this our great land.

 

 

 

 

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The neighborhood boys and I had done her a very great harm
Making up stories that degraded her lovely beauty and charm.
Our imaginations had run berserk and we all made it worse.
Taking it out on that fine little woman for no reason, of course.

 

 

 

 

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This taught me a lesson in life I shall never ever forget,
So I try hard not to judge someone I do not know yet.
This lesson still serves me well at the age of seventy two,
If you are intelligent, you’ll also let the lesson serve you.

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading The Nut Cracker again,
Bill