The Miser

Forest animals devised a plan for the miser to die-sold game passes/let the animals rot, just trophys. MacD didn't kill him at first because he liked music & he stinks. Townfolks get the gold.

The Miser

 

With horrid bulging eyes an alligator watched intently, a Miser everyday for year’s whist hidden beneath the pier, at noon he drank his cheap beer, listening to the rich beats of blues

 

 And soul, reverberating from his radio. His  giant wrinkled tail swayed  to and fro, the sounds kept The Miser whole, but also his stink too rank too bold.  Mac daddy of all Mac daddies’ ate his fill of fish and toads in the great lake where giant beasts roam.

 

Wretched man The Miser was, a braggart talking constantly of hidden gold, though, throughout the animal kingdom complaints arose, and arose, like the lilies pads abundant above Mac Daddy’s mammoth nose. Oh, how The Miser loved to hunt with his gun and bow.

 

Sovereign deer took stand, caught up in the rut, filled with natures’ lust, restrained but now too much.  All their kin, rotting slowly on the ground, for the souls taken, only to boast...tickets sold to the show; peacocks cried for their mates, swans lost in the great lake, furs not to warm, just a picture display,

 

Only hungry buzzards smile these sad sullen days….

 

Pot bellied Miser, never the wiser, critters downrange, chattered of pain, so carried by frenzied winds, the plan began with cunning and guise, The miser must die.

 

Birds heard whispers of townsfolk, tiring of his greed, critters know where his treasure lay; a deal was made indeed, on the fourth day of May 1988.

 

Mac Daddy would lure The Miser, playing on his greed, to a lair of young gators, but so busy was he. Searching oh so desperately for his truest, his Queen, One hundred years together for days he had not seen. 

 

But on that fourth day May 1988, whilst slithering to the pier, vengeance began to grow and grow and his rage exploded, like a mighty storm cloud roaring with lighting and thunder, for he saw his truest, Queen was gone forever, The Miser was wearing her skin and smiling with pleasure. His instincts took control, he pulled him asunder, but death was slow, as he rolled and rolled the lake water red, rank and foamy. Radio playing Fools Gold, I’m coming Home.

 

All creatures large and small, laughed and cheered, and I swear to you all by all I hold close and dear it is the truth. I visit the great lake quite often as I did in my youth. I sit on the pier, watching the deer and geese playing Muddy Waters on the radio, while Mac Daddy fills his ears, tail still swooning.

Author's Note

I didn't copy the last paragraph about the townsfolk & animal sacturary; and how they toast The Miser ever year; and who the person talking is The one that says, I swear....Thank you so much. Am taking Momzilla & Ana's advise-changing to short story.

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

For this, if it is a poem intended, I applaud you.
This is your best work (YET) and I love it.
There is nothing I'd change with this..

Great job, Ma'am. Thank you for sharing.


P.S.: Don't think I am not critiquing it because it is not good. This is totally what poetry is about..hence nothing to critique, whether good or bad... Hang on to the notions you had whilst you were composing this piece, they seem to be the right ones.

[Jimmy Yetts]

You're a very fine storyteller, C. I enjoyed this piece immensely.
Kudos, young poetess!

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

This indeed is a story poem that can fit perfectly as a shot story. You thought is well articulated with a sense of imagery. Well done.

[anne]

Its new for me...I have never read of this kind....its nice experience reading this one...good work dear...:))

[Confuser]

Changing to story, prose, quite an undertaking for me. But I'm trying. Thank you for reading.

[Terrence Chang]

As always you have great visuals. And a epic way to tell it loved it. The word Miser kind of remind me of a movie called Mr. Scrooge acted by Alistair Sim

[Pushkar Prabhat]

You write some unique poems.
Weird and interesting!!!
I loved it!!!
Merry Christmas!!
:)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Very good poem, but it reads more as a story. Very strange gator. I will stop wearing shoe of gator leather (kidding, have no such things). Funny too, the end was very very good. Liked it, Dale.

[icelandicblue]

This was fun to read with the references to songs as their lyrics played out down deep in the heart of the miser and of the lake.

[Matching Socks]

I am totally with MommaZ! You should turn this into a short story!

[MomzillaNC]

Interesting beginning.

NOTES: I recommend you abandon the poem category and turn this into a short story.