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The Time Worn Tale

May 3, 2014
By AJellicleCat SILVER, Stuart, Florida
AJellicleCat SILVER, Stuart, Florida
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I’ll tell you a tale of a long weary sail
And a day of carrying the mail quite before it was compared to a snail.

We’ll sit down to a meal,
And the time, it will steal,

As I tell you the tale of the long weary sail
And the mail before it was a snail.

You will lie,in a garment of blue dye,
Saying you wanted Thai,

But I do not notice what you want.
Because I cannot

Break the trance of the tale of the sail
Carrying mail, and how it became a snail.

You may holler and you may shout.
But I will not know what it’s about.

My eyes are full of the sea !
What I behold, and what I see

Is not at all what you see.
But if you listen to me,

You will see dazzling blues
Bright, dark, mysterious hues

Tempered with golden-brown,burning, glorious sand.
For one must stand on land

If one is to tell a tale of a brave sail,
Sending the mail yet becoming a snail.


Finish your food !
I am deep in the mood

Of storytelling tonight.
Capturing this lonely twilight

In words of the timeworn tale telling of a sail
That delivered mail before the mail was snail.

I think it very late;
Hurry, and do not escape

From my words which weave
Magically in the eaves.

A dream, a trance, a story,
Do not worry, I would not bore you with one corny.

Because this tale is mysterious and adventurous, a sail
Carrying the mail which was not a snail.

I’m sorry I did not get you Thai.
But no matter how you sigh,

I cannot rectify
That your tastes I did not satisfy !

But I think my faults scant.
Would you please recant ?

Let me tell you a story ! It is not eerie,
You have no need to be leery !

It is a simple tale, about one fine sail,
And a struggle with mail, which might not have been a snail.

Finally ! Are you ready?
For me to tell of an eddy

Of flowing sea waves and the oceans dear brine.
There now, just lie supine.



Get comfortable in this rhyme,
If only for a short time.

This is a good one, a superb tale
There are many good tales of sails -

Sails that carry and sails that fly,
All cutting sweetly through the sky.

Be ye a rogue, or be ye a pirate
The sea does not end for any pretentious tyrant.

Forget about the Thai and your garment of blue dye!
Do you not see that I

Must tell this tale of sail ?
So, please, just permit me to rail !

My God ! I’ve forgotten
The rest of that rotten

Tale about a sail !
I can’t believe it’s gone stale !

I do remember it was a grand tale,
And that it concerned a sail.

Perhaps it was carrying many jewels.
There may have been swordfights and duels.

Oh well, I suppose one cannot
Remember all that one’s brain has got.

Why did I forget, why did I lose
The whole story in a snooze ?

Your fault or mine, this night calls still to be captured ,
In words ,and in phrases, kidnapped

To our amused entertainment.
Stop saying how smart you were to rent

The latest from Hollywood, just sent with acclaim from the theatre.
I would like you to know that I find your laughter

Most annoying and provoking, belaboring my brain
With so many thoughts you might not think me sane.

I’ll admit that you're smart, and I’ll label you intelligent
But let me give you a hint:

I’d only be lying, just trying to appease
Your mood of unease.

Fine, If you insist, I’ll forget about words and capturing nights
In exchange for these synthetic, exciting new sights.

I wanted to see this film anyway
I suppose the story can wait for another day.

But then, on this other day I will be sure to remember
And I swear, by years end, or by December,

You will have heard the blasted long tale,
About the far, elusive, weary sail !


The author's comments:
This was written as an assignment for my English class, so it is one my first lighter, more frothy ,ironic pieces. Yet at the same time, I wrote about the writers block I was under. Can you find the hidden meaning under the story ?

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