A Little Girl's Sage Advice Poem by Bryan Taplits

Returning to the way it was-
A sweet and varnished romp-
Embittered that today is not
The past-with all its fluff.
I see through telescope reversed
The films I want to view
The airy lilt of it-
And the best part of it is you.
No longer will I put up with
The things that are today;
Those plots and all my lot that was lit-
Benights my days, making them mere feet of clay.
I command all this sordid mess
That I wish no more to repeat
"To Hell, " say I
(and emphatically add, "To Hell with Reality.")
No more shall I put up with this,
Today's sinister contemporary swamp-fens,
I will scope instead-
Searching all my good past memories
…"Drat. I wish I weren't just ten."