The Crafty Women of MintzA Poem by David Lewis PagetIt was only a tiny village then Away from the thoroughfare, Had existed since I don’t know when With a grassy village square, There were only seven ancient cars In the narrow village streets, And none of them travelled very far For the shop stocked milk, and treats.
It hadn’t seen much of progress since The days of old King John, Who’d lost his jewels in The Wash, by Mintz Near the town of Oberon, The villagers there were set in ways That caused nobody harm, But when Lars came from Oberon There was cause to feel alarm.
For Lars was the local planner for The town of Oberon, He’d dragged it kicking and screaming Into the century just gone, He’d widened streets, and cancelled Meets In the old stone Mason’s Hall, By bulldozing their building, leaving Folk with a low stone wall.
He’d passed it all with an ordinance That had given him total power, The council caved to his arrogance, All that he did was glower, He put street lights on the corners, and He acted like a prince, And when he was done with Oberon He set his sights on Mintz.
He drove on down to their village square And he said it wouldn’t do, He’d turn the square to a thoroughfare So the cars could drive right through, He didn’t care when the people there Said ‘Leave our square alone!’ He said, ‘I’m passing an ordinance, So you might as well go home.’
The local hall was agog that night There’d never been such a crowd, The villagers all were up in arms, ‘This fool shouldn’t be allowed!’ ‘This calls for a special meeting,’ said The spokesman, Rupert Bragg, ‘We’ll have to call on the village witch, The widow, Nancy Stag!’
They all poured out of the village hall And they went to see the witch, Who was busily mixing potions in A cauldron and a dish, ‘You’ll not be needing my magic,’ said Old Nancy, with a smile, ‘If you all agree with my plan, you’ll see, That Lars will run a mile.’
She asked the women to stay behind While the men went on their way, ‘I mean the ones over seventy, The rest can go or stay,’ They huddled up with the village witch And applauded Nancy’s plan, ‘We’ll send him scuttling off from Mintz, You’ll see, he’s only a man!’
When Lars came down in his private car They met him in the square, Holding banners and placards, but That’s not what made him stare, ‘You’d better get back to Oberon Or we’ll march there, for our rights,’ He turned, and hurriedly left the square, They all were dressed in tights!’
David Lewis Paget © 2014 David Lewis PagetReviews
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