Thursday, October 27, 2005

No Playground Today

She woke in the night to a terrible sound
A rending and tearing and all falling down
Then "Help me!" a voice cried out from the park
"Somebody, help me!" said a voice in the dark

Like a dream she heard all this and awoke
And thought it was some prankster's practical joke
But sirens were wailing and sound pierced her dreams
And she lay there a-trembling at the ongoing screams

Fal the dal diddle a diddle a day
Do what I do and not what I say
We drink and we drive and we drive us to drink
Rum de dum diddly tiddly wink

Through the window and trees she saw the lights flash
But couldn't make out the scene of the crash
And after a while the lights went away
And sleepy she slept until school the next day

In the morning with dressing and cereal and milk
She was busy with all busy things of that ilk
With backpack and kisses and homework now due
She arrived at the school and was shocked by the view

Fal the dal diddly tiddly whee
Here we go drinking on a grand drinking spree
We drink and we drive and we bang and we crash
Rum de dum diddly tiddly trash

The fence was crashed through, lying torn on the the ground,
The slide was all twisted and monkeybars down
Deep trenching tire marks ploughed through the dirt
And the playground super stood on alert

She woke in the night to a terrible sound
A crunching of metal on metal and ground
It crashed and it twisted, it twisted and tore
And one little playground was no more

Fal the dal diddle a diddle die dough
We drink to forget and never will know
We drink and we drive and we drink and we die
Rum de dum riddly tiddly and high


Blogger Amy said...

You know, what makes this poem work for me is the repeated yet varied child-sound patterns: "rum de dum riddly," etc. It could easily turn into something trite, but you prevent that with the relevant variations. The subverting of a children's song to explicate a crime of adulthood works well. Not everyone can do this.

10/27/2005 12:23 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Ooh, what Amy says. Powerful.

10/27/2005 12:58 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

A wonderful rendering of the dark disruption of a child's innocence. Almost like a colliding of cultures.

10/28/2005 7:28 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

a good message amplified greatly by the veiw through childs eyes and childrens rhymes. well done.

10/28/2005 3:04 PM  
Blogger kasturi said...

what they said!

i love all the meaningful plays on the various phrasings of 'driving' and 'drinking' - well done!

thanks ~

10/30/2005 3:36 PM  
Blogger MB said...

My thanks to you all for your kind words and your observations! It was a strange incident!

10/31/2005 9:17 AM  
Blogger MB said...

karen m - welcome!

10/31/2005 10:06 AM  

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