Fallen Felines and Eagle Eggs

Deirdre Bigley

Humpty wasn’t broken; the fall just made him stronger

Humpty wasn’t broken the fall just made him stronger

And the tough old egg that he was just meant you boiled him longer

No fragile shell or runny yolk, no, that was just with chickens

For Humphrey was born of another bird whose shell as it ages thickens

His dad was the king of the birds, being a golden eagle

And our Humpty he considered himself therefore rather regal

You see wee Humpty was in his fowl teenage years ‘doing all by himself’

And while I’m at it let me explain it actually was a shelf!

‘I’ve no need for daddy’s horses nor men’, thought our darling Humpty

‘And if he sends them to my rescue, I’ll tell them kiss my numpty.’

Now Humpy’s mum she loved her son and admired this stubborn trait

Yet she feared he had life lessons to learn, and this one might seal his fate

Falling from wall or shelf regardless of how high, well

the outcome is predetermined, for you need wings to fly

So regardless of the tough outer shell one projects as a youthful pup

You might need a little help, or you’ll end sunny side up!

Impromptu 3-word prompts: Kingdom, Barbarian and Cat.

Far away in a long-lost Kingdom a barbarian named Thor resided. He was a fierce and mighty warrior. Both feared and revered in equal measure by all whom he encountered. It was said that he had lost count of the number he had slain as well as the wenches he had lain!

Children ran and hid when they heard his boots approaching; hearing the pounding of his feet before the earth shook with his weight and they felt it in their belly. Fathers locked up their daughters, warning them to stay out of sight for fear that Thor might catch their eye, resulting in them being lost to the family forever, their reputation in tatters as well as their clothes.

Young scrappy teenage boys pranced around using sticks as swords, their puny chests puffed up and bare, each claiming to be a son of Thor (no one dared to dispute this fact) and just like their battle fierce Daddy, they were ready to fight for whatever was rightfully theirs – or at any rate it would be once Thor set his sights on it.

What most did not know, however, was that Thor had one great weakness. One which when triggered reduced him into a giant big softy. When this happened, he would throw down whatever weapon he was brandishing, cast aside any wench he was carrying and fall down on his knees – to play with Mr Fluffywinks, his pet cat! The perfect purring kryptonite to take down this barbaric beast

Neither the first, nor I reckon the last time a pussy reduces a man to his knees!

Deirdre Bigley, Inklings Writing Group. Next meeting Tuesday 11am in Annebrook House Hotel. Mullingar. Aspiring and fun writers welcome. We have loads of fun!