I actually started this poem 3 years ago and decided to clean it up a little.
What’s in a Kiss
When I was young Tom and Jerry,
chased each other across the telly,
and Tweetie pie a yellow bird,
had Sylvester cat to whom he deferred.
Top Cat was the leader of a gang,
a bunch of felines to harangue,
and wily fox had a plan
to catch the road runner after whom he ran.
But then there were more serious crimes,
committed by felons from olden times.
Prince Charming stole an illicit kiss,
from a beauty in somnambulant bliss.
Kidnap and imprisonment by the ugly beast,
of a tender beauty who was fleeced.
Snow White an innocent kitchen skivvy,
held captive by seven of diminutive physiognomy.
Pinocchio a little wooden chap,
attempting to escape his father’s trap.
Mowgli abandoned to his fate in a jungle,
his nurture left for animals to bungle.
What are we subjecting our children to,
when exposed to stories of such vivid hue,
maybe we’re giving their minds a chance,
to be applied in unpredictable circumstance.
©David L Atkinson May 2024
Of course today’s news is full of new stringent rules for the social media platforms to follow to keep our kid’s safe.
Bring back Tom and Jerry.
God Bless
Thoughts of D L Atkinson 