[CLOSED] - Poets Pub 2020 - Biggest Competition Ever Vol. 1

THEIR IMAGINARY FRIEND (NehpetsEnal) wk-3

THEIR IMAGINARY FRIEND

There are some things in life, that are rare

He would often sit and stare

Even when a baby in his highchair

It was a little odd, that no one seemed to care

Responsible parents might consider his welfare

In that chair, like a throne, the poor child sat

Many pounds he put on and grew fat

At his age, he was expected to chat

Growing up and going to school, for every joke, he was the scapegoat

In his class, was another misfit

Neither were, a good fit

And so beside each other, they would sit

Reaching out she asked, "Do you like the tall Outlander, in a kilt?"

Young, Bonnie Prince Charles smiled, for with her he was Smit

For the first time, someone else saw what only he could

Right before his eyes, there was, Culloden Moor, lonely and silent beyond a dark wood

In the Scottish Glen, ten thousand angels stood

Each one cried out, "It's time to reach out and reclaim your boyhood"

Now he had met that rare someone, who utterly understood, it was time for his life to unfold

Drawing a deep breath, he spoke, "Louise, I don't want to grow old"

F/N: This poem has nothing to do with true history, it is simply an acrostic rhyme that relates the imaginary friends of human childhood fantasy to historical mythology, from a child's perspective.