The Grand Prize Winner of our Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest is.....
#5) I sat all alone on the verge of the threshold of the fringe of the edge of the cliff contemplating the thought of musing over whether to consider if I should ponder the idea of deliberating the logic behind the rationale of my conviction to envision the image of myself aspiring to hurl myself gleefully over the edge.
By The VW.
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Today's poem is by Trillian....
Twas the night before X'mas, and all thru Toy's R Us,
Parents were scrambling, fighting, and ready to cuss
The parking lot overflowed with cars and suvs,
As each parent hoped that here the perfect toy would be.
Those in the checkout line were ob'viously weary,
As visions they had of children teary.
"That's not what I asked for! That's not what I wanted!"
Nothing would suit but the "N-ray 3000 Comet".
Not Barbie, no red wagon, no GI Joe,
Nothing else would work, not even Elmo.
These parents who began their shopping too late,
Found themselves victims of a horrible fate.
Everywhere from FAO Schwarz to the local Wal-mart,
Hung signs that read "Sorry,please try back in March."
They'd scooters, and bikes, and roller skates galore,
Aisles of baby dolls, those that cried, walked, talked and more.
But no new technology, or hallowed classic,
No toy complicated, or ever so basic,
Could compete with the appeal of the vaunted,
(And heavily advertised) "N-ray 3000 comet"
Suddenly every parent froze in fear,
Over the intercom came "Please make your final decisions, closing time's near"
As parents moaned, weary workers inwardly cheer,
Soon the night would be over, then home for a beer.
The parents hastily grabbed every shiney thing in sight,
Hoping against hope that it would be alright.
Maybe Timmy and Suzy would be so caught up in the joy,
Of so many packages, they wouldn't miss one little toy...
Next morning as weary parents tumbled down stairs,
To the sight of ribbon flying, and the sound of paper as it tears,
They all held their breath, and hoped against hope,
That with such disappointment, their children could cope.
Would they cry? Would they scream, would they bite?
Cry "Mom and Dad never buy me anything, now even Santa can't get it right!"?
But, wait.. was that laughter that met their ears?
Was it possible after all of their fears?
The toys piled in the corner, as though they were things noxious,
While the wee ones merrily played with the boxes.
And Mom and Dad realized, there really is no need,
To encourage the children towards selfish greed.
Nor to lie to them, with stories of things fairy,
All such trappings are unneccesary.
Instead, teach them to find true joy in living,
Love others, speak truth, and be forgiving.
For if you search with an open heart you will see
"You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."
John 8:32
"Trillian"
