Pilgrim's progress ...

I had a Plum to-day

I had a Plum to-day

I got a book, it came as a gift,

It picked me up, gave me a lift.

I’ll immerse myself in every page,

Go back in time, to a happier age.

I find myself a cosy nook,

Sit back, open my book.

Page one produces a broad smile,

I move on to two, and ponder awhile;

Page three draws from me a snort,

Someone’s already plotting a plot!

They are scheming like the dickens;

As I turn the pages, the plot thickens.

This devious planning is making me laugh,

I shake in my chair and almost fall off.

There’s a chap and there’s his butler,

There’s a planner and a plan scuttler.

Aunts pop in, here and there

Embellishing the story, as it were.

Telegrams fly, to and fro, thick and fast

I am thinking this is too good, will it last?

Page fifty, and I’m wiping the tears,

I haven’t laughed so much in years.

Is it me, rumbling with mirth,

Or just a tremor in the earth?

The book’s a riot, too funny to handle,
It’s become dark, I will need a candle

Night has fallen; I too fell, many times

Picked myself up, ignored the chimes

I’ll finish the book, come what may

I’ll try not to fall off again, I’ll stay.

I’m chuckling away into the night

When I finish the book it’s first light

Ah! I can happily get back to the old grind

After all I had a Plum to elevate the mind!

-          ©  Shiva Kumar 17^th May 2015