a far cry into the distance

courtesy from mob's crib

The sleeping beauty wakes
Looking right into the night sky
Brilliant stars colorful lights
He yawns calling his dwarfs

“Sound the gong

We need to play football
In the night
I can’t stand the heat
I don’t have to explain”

The Yes men arrive
The C4 brings his ball
Numbering 13 it says
He smiles feeling hawkish great
Nobody wants 13
‘Give it all to me’

In his gentleman’s attire
He tries to kick ball
Stretching his leg let go his flying kick
He misses the ball
He lands right on his butt
The C4 boys explode
The laughter rings in the night

He thinks the number charming him
All those years and to night
The devil comes in bright stars
One of them has to say goodbye

The sleeping beauty sees the horror
“NO! NO! NO!” he screams
The C4 boys and dwarfs hide
Peeping through the rat hole
Behind the palatial home

‘The time for you to go
There is no two way about it
You love number 13 so much
Now I give it to you
You belong to me
You have to come home’

The sleeping beauty falls asleep
On the playground in his PJ hill
He only hears the mumbling voices
A far cry into the distance…………