Stories For Thing

Thing slays dragons for breakfast

on July 31, 2013

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Thing slays dragons for breakfast,
And dunks aliens in her soup.
She spells “mulligatawny”.
While twisting giraffes to a hoop.

She turns cabinets to rockets
And rockets to snails.
She takes them to the movies
After supping with the whales.

Thing’s waterslide’s a crocodile.
Her aeroplane’s a bee.
Her hair is the Amazon.
Her handkerchief’s a tree.

Thing takes tadpoles to the opera.
And waits till they become frogs,
And frogs become princes,
And princes become hogs.

She trains Cyclops to reggae
And Pluto to hip-hop.
Hercules to jazz
And Caesar to rock.

Thing’s closet’s a sanctuary
Of yellow-orange coats.
Of hot pink cyclones.
And biscuit-flavoured boats.

Her pencil can turn broccoli
Into tufts and tufts of smoke.
Homework into candy floss,
Erasers into soap.

Thing drinks up the Milky Way
In one giant gulp.
The stars and the planets,
The Queen and the Hulk.

Then, in comes Mum
To turn off the lights.
Thing shuts her book
And closes her  eyes.

Off she goes dreaming
Of  strawberry skies,
Of lemon meringues,
And blueberry pies.

Gauri Burma


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