Too bad
the man with the magic beans
didn’t warn you about the giant
who lives in that castle in the clouds

Didn’t warn you
he’s ugly and mean
hates lost children who trespass
like vermin
scurrying between the legs
of his giant furniture

Didn’t warn you
once you’ve climbed up
he’ll knock you right back down
or worse
try to eat you

Didn’t warn you
when you’ve fallen to Earth
if you survive
how your head will ache
when it hits the ground
the only way to stop the hurting
is to go back up again
cause you’ve heard the magic harp play
seen the goose
that lays the golden eggs

Too bad
the man with the magic beans
didn’t warn you
the giant would come down
looking for you

© 1999

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03/15/2013

Author's Note: Published in the TOPS (The Ontario Poetry Society) anthology, Butterfly Thunder, edited by Jeff Seffinga, Toronto, ON. circa mid-2000s.

Posted on 03/15/2013
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