Once Upon a Trope

By A Poem Guy

Once Upon a long long time ago,

I saw a great gilded geese,

With feathers as mellow,

And colours so yellow,

As to blind any man obese.

Its eggs held the power of sunlight,

With burning eyes of greed.

One might attest,

No matter the contest,

That this was a golden goose.

The trippiest tropius,

Fell down a well,

And at the bottom he found,

That when at your lowest

You can grow largest,

For he is now a tree in the ground

Sprouting from trunks it swore,

No other trees shall adore,

It bet on itself,

And without a tell,

It would be biggest of all.

Up climbed the tree,

Did Jack Whitehall try,

The grand tall tree of power.

For at the top,

He would now rule,

The Ocean, great spirit of blue.

So he climbed and climbed the palm,

Until at the top he grew shocked,

For there he saw,

500 feet tall,

A face staring back like mops.

“Goose!” The plant did cry,

“It’s a moose!”

Did Jack whine,

But to both’s horror,

There was still another,

Enjoying the sight from afar.

The Goose didn’t even look back,

For with a whip and a whack,

She had flicked,

And maybe licked,

 The great green plant away.

For in desire,

The tree did empower,

A greedy army of fools,

Led by the sour,

Hand that devours,

Its height had led it astray.

Jack will never come down,

For in the sky had he found,

Two new strange friends,

A plant and some gold,

The IRS never takes hold

And though he was human,

And not quite a chicken,

The tree and the goose were OK.

Jack was a sneaky,

Big ol’ bobiky,

And no one will rule the sea.