The Invisible Gate

This is a weird poem that connects with the other poem called Tom The Tiptoeing Man. It's about as you can see, an invisible gate that feels bad about being invisible.

Let me tell you a story about an invisible gate named Bill.

He came from a mountain named Crackleberry Hill.

He was a friend of all hanging on the wall though he doesn't hang there still.

He can now trip and hurt all of his friends without a spec of skill.

He's the Invisible Gate whos' always late. He's being dragged through the dirt, which always hurts, he doesn't care for fame, oh yes he will exclaim. He just wants to change!

"I don't mean to this!" said the gate. "I really don't mean to hurt!"

 He let out a yell across the town while he's dragging in the dirt.

"If there's a way to be seen across the land then I would gladly convert!"

But the people just ignored him the whole time like a plain white t-shirt.

He's the Invisible Gate whos' always late. He's being dragged through the dirt, which always hurts, he doesn't care for fame, oh yes he will exclaim. He just wants to change!

He sat in front of the church one day as the bells rang way up high.

With just as much discourage came a crowd not passing by.

They tripped and fell like dominoes while the gate started to cry.

"Why am I like this?" he said to himself. "I really don't know why!"

He's the Invisible Gate whos' always late. He's being dragged through the dirt, which always hurts, he doesn't care for fame, oh yes he will exclaim. He just wants to change!

Then one day came a burglar known as Tom The Tiptoeing Man.

Sneaking out of a house quiet as a mouse with jewelry in his hand.

The gate notices his chance and starts to dance reaching him as fast as he can.

He trips the burglar with effortless ease so fast he could not understand.

He's the Invisible Gate whos' always late. He's being dragged through the dirt, which always hurts, he doesn't care for fame, oh yes he will exclaim. He just wants to change!

The people cheered for him and loved him all the rest of his days.

There was never a time when they would look at him without giving him praise.

They figured out in no time at all he could be used in so many ways.

They shined him up with polish and paint and gave him a wonderful glaze.

He's the Invisible Gate whos' always late. He's being dragged through the dirt, which always hurts, he doesn't care for fame, oh yes he will exclaim. He was able to change!

He now hangs high in the church's balcony protecting the people in there.

So proud of himself he gets to give praise while people try not to get scared.

He looks up at the sky and lets out a cry for now they are in his care.

So he works up a smile and stays a while for all his views are now shared.

Author's Note

I think this poem is cute and fun for people. Let me know what you think.