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Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Commander-in -Chief -of-the-World - written by Leighroy Marsh

cont'd…


and so he went out, without lasers or guns,
no spaceship to take him around
The Commander in chief   had to wait for a bus
while his mother drove off into town.
He stood at the stop at the top of his road,
and played with the bus fare he held in his hand,
He was joined by a wizened old man with a bag
that was tied with a thick rubber band.
Politely, The Commander-in-Chief-of-the-World, said “Hello”,
and the wizened old man nodded back.
he ask with a laugh,
“Do you know what I have?”
through a smile that was toothless, crooked and black.
Inside this bag is a game that I’ve made,
as he pierced the Commander-in-Chief with a stare,
It’s a game like no other before that you’ve played,
So real and intense, you could swear that you’re there.
He opened the bag for the boy to look in,
and his eyes opened up as he stared... 
deep inside a shimmering, shin, and a strange light glowed within,

"It's hard to find people these days" said the wizened old man
“who will try out this game that I’ve made”
They’re too busy reading or going for walks,
helping their parents or playing some sports
drawing, or listing to music of sorts 
nobody wants to play games….


to be cont'd….  (Ooooooo - I wonder what he'll do next !!!
our  Commander-in-Chief )

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