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
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