A Rainbow Trout Learns To Fly

A poem/comic/my whimsical musings

        #1 A Rainbow Trout Learns To Fly. 

It's a curious rambling of hers 

And mine combined. 

 A story I wrote, 

 For her whimsies 

Out of my musings. 

 A little girl grew wings

 People named her Queen. 

 A little boy grew horns and smiled 

 People screamed afraid 

 “Fiend!!”

 Little innocents all locked up 

A lot like animals they grew up 

 All the love she deceived 

 All his love they received. 

 A baby rainbow trout 

 Came out of a gout -

 

Made the woman scream 

 Her husband was kicked out. 

A neet with thorns

 Made a pack with a boy who had horns

 Who told him of a Queen 

He was not too keen. 

The man with a gout 

Limped along with his trout 

To complain about the pain in his life 

Which was because of his wife. 

 The Queen was cruel 

Her day had been gruel. 

 The neet with thorns 

The boy who had horns 

And the man with a gout 

Were all thrown out. 

 The baby trout was left in the hall 

Unknown to all. 

 The Queen was bemused  

But the baby trout felt like a fool. 

He found a knife to take a life . 

 He slinked into her bed chamber 

 Watched her fall asleep 

 The story quickly taking on a tragedy 

 As he whispers 

 “Your majesty.” 

 The hand maids screaming 

 The guards come running 

 The kingdom looking for an odd three 

Who rested near the oak tree 

 While the rainbow trout learns to fly.  

The man with a gout

 Found no way out. 

 Legend has it 

 The boy with horns 

Still has the neet with thorns.