Caged
There once was a man named Paul,
And he fished an almighty haul,
His lobsters were washed and caged,
Whilst his crabs were dried and aged.
He lived in a town by the coast,
A place not haunted by a ghost,
The prison made of cages and bars,
The streets filled with all manner of cars.
Life was pretty normal and boring,
It was the same every Monday morning,
The roads were quiet and peaceful,
The people passive yet resentful.
For a caged deadly beast was let loose,
By the gods, he likes chocolate mousse,
Throw him a big fat cow or sheep,
Oh no – wait until he is asleep,
No cage was big enough to now hold him,
But he wasn’t the smartest, quite dim,
His bowels excreted a lot of waste,
It smelled like Arctic seal baste.
But Paul was determined to catch it,
With all the cunning of a blunt hatchet,
He built a cage of reinforced steel,
Hoping he wouldn’t be the beasts next meal.
So he walked up to the giant lair,
Saying farewell to his only heir,
And saw the beast taking a quick nap,
So Paul tucked into his bacon and cheese Bap.
However that costly delay cost Paul,
His Grand-fathers green and red cagoule,
It burnt of him like petrol to a flame,
He sincerely hoped it didn’t start to rain.
Bringing the cage up from below and beneath
Paul launched it at the beasts’ razor-sharp teeth,
Who suddenly awoke from a fitful slumber,
And made Paul lose his third number.
But the hero got up from his agony and soreness,
Without the slightest grumble, moan or boy fuss,
He grimaced and drew his blue-green blade,
Hoping to end this rather unfortunate glade.
However the beast was not ready to be beaten,
My god he wanted Paul crisp and eaten,
So in a furious blaze of fire and smoke,
He burnt Paul’s father’s golden winter cloak.
So Paul recoiled in shame and watched in horror,
As the beast consumed the cage without any bother,
With nothing less to lose but his courage and pride,
He charged forthwith in an animal-like ride.
But alas it proved to be for naught and nought,
And the beast won this first deadly bout,
In a tryst of celebrations, joy and glee,
He did not see that yellow and black stinting bee.
Which proceeded to sting his backside multiple times,
He wasn’t seen for an age and nine lines,
As the story progressed to Pauls funeral and last will,
His son was tasked with delivering the beats kill,
This proved an almost impossible task as we soon discover,
But first it is time for How I Met Your Mother,
With the credits of the show slowly dawning,
Paul’s son, Simon, ended up with a night of mourning.
And then many months and years passed,
Until it was time for Simon to become fast,
In preparation to try and defeat the beast,
In the meantime he at some bread and yeast.
So he stared out into the blue infinite sea,
Hoping to find his father and have a wee,
For the toilets were all out of order or in-use,
He was shouted out and received some abuse.
But with the turn of one more summer season,
The steel cage was primed and ready to reason,
With the beast that burnt its cousin and creator,
Now armed with a pair of teeth from an alligator.
Up Simon went with his red and white knapsack,
A little strain on his mighty muscled back,
However the cage proved an added weight,
That he had not foreseen nor did he have any bait.
Eventually he made it too the infamous lair,
But not that of a big brown fuzzy bear,
This was inhabited by a creature spat back by hell,
Surrounded by a cast iron, spiky shell.
So Simon crawled up towards the villain,
And he heard his father telling him to kill ‘em,
Withdrawing the newly forged cage of steel,
He propelled it towards the monster, not the nearby eel.
The beast still did a rumbling to awake,
And fired a blast of fumes hot enough to bake,
But Simon had on his heat-resistant clothing,
Which he made in the days of homeless aboding.
Therefore he could withstand the beasts might flames,
So he had survived, and could stand to live again,
Simon ran to pick-up the cage and just in time too,
For the beast had let out one of his smelly poos.
Holding his nose Simon avoided the almighty stench,
But went crashing into a bone-made bench,
Recovering quickly from the untimely setback,
He went forward, onto the deadly attack.
And the beast, now slightly bemused, flew into the air,
Firing a jet of heat without the slightest care,
Forgetting about Simon’s protective cloak,
He tried to frizzle such a great top bloke.
Thankfully Simon wasn’t fazed by the outburst,
In fact he didn’t even mutter a single curse,
Instead he launched the cage once more,
Straight into the beat’s chest, for sure.
And he watched as the terrible beast was caught,
It was okay afterwards since Simon wasn’t too short,
So he just leaned over and clicked in place the lock,
All happy that he had received his father’s clock
This brings us to the end of our hero’s tale,
Simon still has one of the beat’s nails.
I hope you have enjoyed my little poem,
I’ll need all my energy for the showin’... off.