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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1636093
This poem follows the prompt of the "Cramp", consequences of spinning straw into gold
Prompt: spinning straw into gold and it’s consequences







My prairie dog suddenly passed away, and thus sadly, needed a casket.

So he could be laid to rest in peace, I decided to weave a straw basket.



Shedding tears for his loss, I gathered some straw, and spinning it I started to weave.

But my eyes were so swollen with tears of sorrow, wove the basket right into my sleeve.



Frantic, I fought to undo this new appendage

Next a fairy appeared to give me this message:



“Your deceased deserves much more than this hideous straw box

with nothing more to cover it other than your sleeve, straw and some rocks!”



Peering at my sleeve/basket she went onto say,

“I’ll grant one wish but for sure it will stay!”



So I thought long and hard while I felt disgrace

Wondering where my prairies soul could be without a resting place.



I can’t let go of him, no way, no how

So listen little fairy, of this would you allow?



Spin this straw into gold so around his corpse I’d cast

A golden shield of armor so forever he would last.



Looking all around and the fairy was nowhere in sight.

Next I glared down and instead of straw, was a golden beam of light



Shining off the table where I once had sat the straw

Was a shiny heap of gold all ready for me to install,



So I picked up my lifeless prairie dog and began to spin a cast

Of brand new shiny gold around his body that would last,



I sat him above the fireplace where I knew he would stay warm

And it wasn’t a moment later that I heard this thunderstorm.



I wasn’t frightened at all with the lightning and loud thunder,

Knowing me and my golden love could never be put asunder



After days of this storms rage, the walls began to shake

My cast of gold crashed to the ground and I smelled a big mistake



My house soon overtaken by an odor so foul,

Because I wished to preserve my prairie dog and it didn’t matter how.



If I had a learned a lesson, this would be the one

If you should see a fairy, grab some Lysol and then run!





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