Kurt the Viking
Kurt didn't want to play video gamesNor watch T.V.
He didn't want to play tag
Nor even climb trees
Kurt wasn't like other
Seven year old boys
He didn't like cars, trucks
robots nor toys
Instead he'd mark maps
of places to raid
And sail down stream
In the Viking ship he made
Kurt docked by the playground
With the swings and the slide
To recruit other kids to
Come along for the ride
They brought bike helmets
And plastic swords to fight
They sailed to Kurt's house
As Vikings with might
The Vikings filled water balloons
They snuck up stairs
Quietly, they opened the door
Of the big sister's lair
The sister and her friends
Were putting on make-up inside
Kurt and the Vikings burst in...
SURPRISE!
The room was a disaster
The soaked girls cried
The Viking kids ran home
But Kurt had nowhere to hide
The upset mother sent
Kurt to his room
Where he waited and thought
In sadness and gloom
He got the idea to be a Viking
That explores instead of hurts
The next day he sailed out
As the good Viking, Kurt
Poetry by Rannalta Gratland
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Written on 2013-01-07 at 04:05
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