OH HARK 23

"You cannot take her away, she is in our captivity
 If you even  touch her, that will be sheer audacity
And  before you venture into dangers hidden, think
 Because poet dear , you are definitely on the brink".

With these words towards the mantelpiece she dashed 
  And on her way with the drummer crashed .
"You dunderhead, do you have marbles for eyes?"
"I have lost my marbles," the drummer said between   sighs.

To the poet the lean and mean one showed  the photo frame
Cocked an eyebrow towards the  girl , and said ," same to same?"
"That is wrong English",said the poet with a cocky air. 
To which she rejoined with a fiery glare . 

 "Give us something in exchange  for her freedom
Hand over that rectangular thing, and stop chewing gum.
In this topsy turvy world wonders never cease
 you may take the girl, but pass us that thing please."
  

" Go play temple run   or  candy crush saga with this cellphone."
At the threesome he hurled the cellphone, scornful his tone. 
'But don't you dare invite me, you doddering dames
I  do not want to play these stupid games ."

 "You called us doddering dames! What impertinence."
One caught the cell phone and shrieked in  annoyance.
"Don't be angry, you can even click a selfie if you so desire.
Yes, pose for a selfie  and come spit out that fire."

" What is a selfie?", the other asked in a flurry of excitement .
 " Wow!" the third one remarked , in absolute befuddlement Following the poet's guidelines, the selfie they took
 cackling deliriously, their tangled tresses they shook.


"With the hens in their pens and lions in their dens,  ho  hum
We too vanish into the forest dense,  to our mum, ho hum."
"By the way", the poet said" that photo has been photo shopped.
 You think she is a ghost?"to a whisper his voice he dropped.

Ignoring the poet,  towards the door the threesome hopped. 
He followed them to the door, and on the threshold stopped.
 The drummer and the girl followed him to the door.
 Their eyes fell on a man , his clothes splattered with gore. 

Towards the hotel who walked with a paunch capacious.
 His eyes glinting with a gleam rapacious.
 Peering at the weird women,towards the hotel he hobbled.
To the rhythm of his three chins which merrily wobbled.

"Still taking those martial arts  lessons and going to the gym?"
 He stopped near the poet and playfully asked him.
The poet looked at him in perplexity utter
And when he seized his arm he started to stutter.

"If you are shivering, go to the grave yard
My coat is on my grave, here, take my card."
Then his eyes on the petrified girl fell.
 He stumbled towards her pell mell.

"Ah, so you are here, alas you I could not save
 Come on, hold my hand, I will take you back  to your grave."
To her he said in a silky voice, a pudgy hand on her shoulder.
 The girl threw a beseeching look at the poet, never had she felt colder.