A Fable of Fools, Part 1.

This is a story of five people
On the highest branch of a palmyra palm
(Who were obviously lighter than normal)
On a five foot diameter island
In the middle of the Pacific.
One was a plumber
Who didn’t have any work to do
And got bored.
Another was a racehorse rider
Who had lost his memory
And kept asking people the time at first
When no one had a watch.
The third was an intellectual
Who got tired of replying
That time was only relative
And worked out from the position of the sun
That it was around three o’ clock in the morning
But he couldn’t figure out
What time it was back home
Because he didn’t know a lot of geography.
The forth was a piper
Whose pipe had got soaked in seawater
And the C sounded on the D#
But all else was fine.
And the fifth was me.
And I was only experimenting –
Counting the number of seconds
Till one of us got mad
Not counting the racehorse rider
Who was mad already
As also the intellectual
Because my grammar isn’t very good.
I think it was the plumber
Who asked for a cigarette
And I had one on me
Although it was soggy.
And the intellectual laughed at us both,
Asking where the match would come from.
I stared at him and said
It didn’t matter because the plumber didn’t want to smoke.
He just wanted to hold the cigarette
Between his lips like he always did.
And the intellectual echoed, “like he always did.”
And sighed.