I Wish I Was The Wizard

I wish I was a tin man
Out there cutting wood;
I'd rely upon the lube can
To keep my elbows good.
All day I'd task and toil
Until it's time for tea,
And then I'd take a squirt of oil
To keep my knee joints free.

I'd dream about a girlfriend,
My dreams then turn to dust;
I comprehend at daytime's end
I'm just a heap of rust.
I'll never find a maid of tin,
It's tearing me apart,
As when I search my soul, within,
I find I have no heart.

I wish I was a scarecrow
Out, living in a lea.
But all the critters there, though,
Just jest and laugh at me.
I stand about with outspread arms
Scaring off the birds,
I'm seldom heard around the farms...
I'm always lost for words.

I dream about a girl of straw
Lithe enough to squeeze;
My dreams then turn to chaff, and so
They blow off in the breeze.
I'll never get a spouse of hay,
My dreams swill down the drain;
I wouldn't know just what to say
I haven't got a brain.

I wish I was a lion, brave,
Roaring mighty roars;
Seeing off my foes to save
The world from mighty wars.
I'd spend my time a-prowling,
Vaunting round with pride,
Snarling and a-growling...
But all I do is hide.

I wish I had a lioness
To hunt and ply for me;
But that will never be, I guess ~
I'm cowardly, you see!
I have no courage for to ask
A feline for a date;
I have no luck ~ I have no pluck
I'll never find a mate.

So, I wish I was the wizard
To save me from the storm;
My life is such a blizzard,
But who will keep me warm?
I long to be a magic man
The future I'd foresee...
But then again a better plan,
I'd rather just be me.


Comments

Mohamed Sarfan's picture
Dear Poeter,  Truly this poem invites my mind to think from many angles. I was amazed at how you wrote a poem like this. Every human life is a unique battlefield. We are forced to fight for life until the heart stops beating in the course of time. There are good ones here to; There are bad guys too. But, the good ones are very few. In such an earth the mind of man is agitated day by day. Even in the minutes to laugh the people of many are forced to cry. In a life where misery does not disappear as easily as fireflies, man as a tree spreads the thoughts of the minds on the branches of life. Of course I hope this poem is hugely popular this week. I will be happy if you win.  All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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Alan S Jeeves's picture
Dear Mohamed (my friend), thank you for your take on my poem. Your comments are very meaningful and kind. I hope that it made you smile though. I thank you, too, for your hope that this piece wins this week's contest. It seems that we do think alike as I hope that it is successful also. Kind regards Alan.

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