Eiskönigin
Story #37, Who’s kidding whom?
Eiskönigin
Story #37, Who’s kidding whom?
To hear this story:
Iceland
Present Day
Who rides so late, through the wind and the night?
A father with child whose neck he holds tight.
On horseback he charges, a caretaker to order
to treat his son’s Attention Deficit Disorder.
The boy shook with fever, there was sweat on his brow
As he thought of the shows he was missing right now.
“We forgot to TIVO this morning’s cartoons
And Spongebob is on with Powderpuff soon!”
As the horse beneath galloped the father did say,
“My child you cry about TV all day!
And Sega and X-box and if we don’t get help
I fear I might choke you to death my own self.”
“My father! My father! Why ride so fast?
My gameboy’s unsteady, level 3’s in my past!
Oh, father! Oh, father can you not see,
The Ice Queen awaiting behind yonder tree!”
“My child I tell you, for the sake of our nation
The Queen that you speak of is imagination.”
No, Daddy! I tell you she’s calling my name
And sings to me softly, this Ice Queen of fame!”
The boy’s face was pale as he stared through the night,
“Cant you hear her, daddy, telling me to be quiet?
She’s beautiful, daddy, and tells me she’ll play
A game she calls ‘finding the needle in hay’”
“My son, dear child there is no-one there!”
“Daddy I see a woman with horns in her hair
A white gown, a crown, and cheeks like a rose
And diamonds like ice adorning her clothes!”
Just then the horse reared, the man stumbled, boy thrown.
Into the arms of the woman now shown
She left with the child, the man startled, not bitter
Yelled “Luck to you boy, guess we found you a sitter.”
Rescue, v.t.. To preserve for future calamity.