Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.
This past Wednesday, Stone Soup had it's last gathering of 2019 with feature Suzanne O'Toole.
That means this is the last Crouton poem of the year. By all means, I should have wrapped this up easy, stung a few haiku together and called it a day.
Instead, I'm writing something like a sci-fi romp.Why not? That will be easy to finish.
To be fair, Suzanne helped with her great setlist. Then there was April March Penn who had another great line in her first open mic poem this week. So good, I indirectly stole it a little.
Suzanne and April both deserve credit for helping me start the piece below, but they should shoulder none of the blame.
Maybe the unlikely hero below can join up with Jerusalem Jim from my poem a couple of weeks back. At this rate, I'll have a cinematic universe ready to go by 2030. I'll get cracking on this next year.
See you for Stone Soup's return on January 8 with A.J. Odasso. Thanks for reading.
Unlikely Hero
The Squirrel with No Name
returns from its adventure
the exact same time he left.
He travels time, a paradox,
his entire talking race
wiped away from history,
a tragedy wrought by evil,
a most unholy alliance
between cats and caterpillars.
The Squirrel with No Name
can't undo this cataclysm
of the continuum. He tried once,
and the world was nearly ended
by the Swedish, who became
so advanced, yet so barbaric,
they would preemptively nuke
countries on Christmas day,
toast New Year's Armageddon.
So the Squirrel with No Name
works alone, rides a freshly
washed cat, because irony.
Only now he's recruited
Lincoln pre-assassination
to smack Churchill into shape.
Lincoln is so determined,
he'd punch a continent in half
to keep it's people together.
Time ripples from Abe's fists
makes every president after him
impeached. No big loss.
Abe just laughs. What's next?
And the Squirrel With No Name
hops on those honest shoulders
and says, Time is a picnic,
we're the dancing teddy bears,
so they better get out of our way!
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Special thanks to April March Penn, Bil Lewis, Chris Fitzgerald, James Van Looy and Suzanne O'Toole.
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