frivolity and its necessities

Alone in a thinking room sat a young boy,
Who was chastised for wasting his whole life with toys,
He claimed, “It is science!  One day I’ll be great!”
I’ll solve world hunger, and put food on each plate,
And all of these problems with fighting and war,
I’ll make a peace ray that will even the score,
Forget rocket ships, there’ll be no need to fly,
After I make a tree that will grow to the sky!
The children will climb to the moon every day,
And bring home some cheese to melt onto their steak,
I’ve got a seed here, in my hand, though it’s small,
It will grow to the size of umpteen shopping malls,
Stacked one on another and then put on stilts,
Higher up than a gay, drunken Irish man’s kilt.
I call it the garatine, because it’s guaranteed,
To impress the world, and change how we think!

After watering frequently nothing occurred,
Until one fateful night, a growth spurt was spurred,
Surprised and quite eagerly Anberth screamed out,
“My Garatine tree is no longer a sprout!
I’m watching it grow at a very fast rate,
I can’t turn my head, or it might get away!
Come quickly and joyously,
Tell all your friends!
Who knows where it’s going?
Who knows where it ends?
I need your attention,
And so does my plant!
Call Grandma and Grandpa,
Your Uncles, your Aunts!”

The garatine tree grew along with the crowd,
The tree filled up quickly with chipmunks and owls,
Up, up, through the clouds, the young garatine grew,
Up, up, to the sun, in the sky, pastel blue,
The crowd cheered it on, the peak no longer in sight,
It grew higher than young Milda Bonice’s kite.
“Thanks so much for coming!
I do love you all!
Years alone in my thinking room,
has finally paid off!
However, I must tell you all to step back,
Because your feet on the ground has been killing my grass.
I decided that I will be building a fence.
But if you pay me 3 suscals, I’ll let you back in!”

The crowd left as quickly as it had been formed,
People ran to their homes and searched dressers and drawers!
Three suscals they cheered!
That isn’t so bad!
To gaze at Anberth’s gargantuan plant!
As soon as their pockets were clanking with change,
They stood in a line as they waited to pay!
“Thanks so much for coming
I’m so glad you’re back!
I’ve added some things like a new race car track!
The base of the plant serves as a climbing wall,
Climb as high as you like, but be careful!
Don’t fall!”

By the next day, the word had been spread ‘round the globe!
People drove to Anberth’s Garatine plant in droves!
Young Anberth was waiting in front, at the gate,
“Before we open,” he screamed, “I have some things to say.”
I’ve added more rides, and a couple of stores,
But along with these upgrades, you must pay a bit more.
10 suscals admission, and your guaranteed,
An afternoon that you will remember indeed!”
Most locals had left, but the tourists stayed,
After all, they had walked, drove, or sailed in that day!

After weeks of tourists coming and going,
Anberth’s bank account was growing, and growing!
He built a new house that was hours away,
He hardly came to visit the plant that he’d made.
He’d hired employees to water and feed,
The garantine plant, which appeared to be in need.
The green leaves and lively aura exerted by it,
Had since been replaced by a dead brown soil-like tint.
“We’ll give it some pills, and some water enhanced,
By a specially hired group of scientists from France.
They claim they’re ‘ze best’, so they should save the day,
If they have it done by tomorrow I’ll double their pay!”

The next day the scientists came with the fix,
It had no effect, and the plant started to tip.
Limp and unstable, it turned from an I,
To a lower case “r”, as it bent with a sigh.
“We don’t know what’s wrong, we’ve done all that we can,
There’s no books or info, on such a weird plant.
The only one who knows, just how it works,
Is you, it’s creator, who refuses to work.
If you don’t come quickly, it will be too late.”
The scientists told Anberth, but he was away.

Off on a cruise, on some distant sea,
Anberth had no motivation, or creativity,
He sat sipping drinks, shaded by an umbrella,
He’d become a dull, cocky, lazy old fella’,
Once set on world change, the only change he had made,
Was how he now wasted each one of his days,
He’d not seen his garatine tree for many months,
And to be frankly honest, he didn’t care much,
It was slowly dying, and was three fourths the size,
That it’d been in the healthiest point in it’s life,
The tourist numbers dropped with the plants height,
And Anberth’s bank was shrinking, he’d just realized,

Back home from his cruise, Anberth got bad news,
It seems that his plant, had quite quickly ungrew,
The ground sipped up, like a large plastic straw,
It was nowhere to be seen, and Anberth stood in awe,
“The thing that I worked for, has just disappeared.
My identity’s gone,” he cried with a tear.
So now all he had was the same rides and stores,
That were just like the others, and went ignored.
The chances he had, for greatness and fame,
Went away with his chance to make the world change.