I wish all day
That I was small
I turn to fast
And things just fall, away
Build up courage
To come to town
My clumsy ways
Just make the locals frown
Caught in a pool
Of rejection
Electric apprehension
Checkers my day
Float back toward the tidal pool
The city in chaos
From Gamera and robot-me
Always try to not be rude
Avoid my feet
As I walk so carefully
Like good-Godzilla
Knew a gent like this, gentle as could be. Thanks for the remembrance of him.
dear tailor, you should be writing scripts for cartoon films.
The first stanza could stand alone, but the rest of it makes the whole - and hey, don't forget poor Geethra! Just watched Godzilla, the original and U.S. versions, the other night.
Ah Yes.Let's all go back to the primordial tidal pools and maybe this time we'll get lucky.
...rarely one might be tempted to call anything 'giant', or anything about giants, or a Godzilla for this matter, justifiedly as being cute. Maybe just with your nice little poem comes the unknown exemption...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. I'd like to write more, but I hear my Mothra calling... -chuck