Poetry

Tuesday 18 April 2017

Jason and the astronauts

One day Jason was out in deepest space
He had to recover the Golden Crease
It was hidden in the Argian trousers
Guarded by one of most fearsome face
Trigonom of Pestilese the terrifying beast

The trousers once were worn by King Wowser
One of Seven knight kings born of the first phase
The other six had all been eaten in defence of Galactic Rights
The last stand of Wowser came against Trigonom in a field of Maze
Where he fought bravely but lost the fight

When the awful Trigonom attacked it was in the seventh moon
Ever since that Lunar day The trousers of King Wowser
Have hung up in the Trigonom's dark cave room
Nobody ever attempted a rescue
Not until Jason that is and his astronaut crew

The astronauts set out one day on their God sent mission
To recover the stolen Trousers before too long an intermission
But on their way they met an intergalactic spider
Who spun her space time warping web
And trapped his ship beside her

With an eerie elegance she began bundling up his ship
Wrapping it in silky thread from her body did it slip
Jason spied just one whole in the nick of time
And thrust up through with his sharp pole
To severe the spiders spine

Now all a tumbling went the space time continuum
They all fell into her black hole funnel
In a time warp they swung like a pendulum
First in the future then in the past
Their final destination was once again the present at last
And now nearer than ever for space had been nipped
And tucked under in folds as space's cosmetic surgeon had tipped

The planet of the Trigonom now came into view
All they had to do now was land right on cue
No sooner had they done this and their ship come down to rest
When the singing Queen's of Trigonom sung a tune they loved the best
These Queens were of such beauty no mortal man could resist
And if not for the actions of Jason all his Astronauts would desist

Jason being a demi God new the Queen's dark plan
To devour each and everyone of them down to the last man
So stepping up with skill he sang his own song shrill
Until their notes they'd miss like a lovers kiss, 
Once the spell is broken, he took his chance and made his kill

The astronauts were much relieved to be saved by Jason
And it strengthened their will and made them believe
In this demi-god they called Captain

A prophecy had foretold that they must encounter some problems
A great marsh stood inside a hellish wood full of murderous Goblins
To cross it they must take a path no mortal man had tread
only the seventh King Wowser whose body still lay there dead

The astronauts were ready they were Jason's loyal knights
However much dread they felt in their hearts they knew
They fought for Galactic rights
With a tip and a toe and a power lazar bow
They cut through the forest ahead of them

Many a nasty creature did sit in their sight
And they were forced all day long to severe and to fight
At last at fall of blessed night
The monsters came no more
They found themselves a resting place beside a cave mouth door

Come the morning, the sun's rays barn storming
Broke and woke them from deep slumber
They looked for foe and checked their friends
And found them less in number

The forest at that hour was filled with grazing unicorn
Such a sight revived their spirits new in magic were they born
But no sooner had enchantment come then the spell was broken
For from the caves dark belly a tremendous voice had spoken
Who out there can I smell? Is it Jason and his astronauts come please do tell
And even greater than the voice soon followed the man
If man you can call the hideous giant form of Trigonom

His thunderous footsteps crashed, all deer and woodland beast did scatter
And then appeared with fearsome beard the mad cyclops of unearthly matter
Aha cried Jason here I am, I come to cut you up like ham
You bad hog whose dirty dog has spoilt the fair galactic calm
I accuse you of Regicide to kill a King who awfully has died
You must in the name of all that's right and fair
Offer up his Golden trousers and return his body to our care

Such an upstart how dare you speak to me
I am the King now I keep the golden trousers hanging free
You want them back eh? you must settle with me

With that he picked up a giant log and hurled it into the astronauts
Who tumbled back into the wood until only Jason stood and fought
"With that one bad eye old man, you this whole horizon scan
And call it your dominion? Well let it roll back in your skull
For now your death drum roll is the sound of my opinion" spoke Jason

"What you say makes little sense but, if you leave now
I shall take no offense, and take with you your bandaged brethren" replied the giant

"I will not go you dirty hound the wolves have called now 
You must go to ground, let me lead you on your way" Jason said
With this Jason thrust his mighty dagger into the cold heart
Of the Astronaut bagger
Trigonom finally fell
The earth shook and forest floor quaked, stones as big as houses
soon rolled cracked and flaked, trees uprooted
And the volcanoes coughed soot 
But eventually all became still

After the dust had settled Jason walked over his kill
Beyond Trigonom's corpse in the dark caverns recess
Hung the Golden Trousers of King Wowser shining
like a fork in the darkness

With the strength of ten men Jason pulled them down and put them on
They must have weigh nearly half a tonne
But feeling now the Majesty of Kings he strode on
To accomplish other things

The surviving Astronauts bound King Wowser's body in the green leaves of a palm
And carried it in consort back to their ship
Finally only Jason stood on that planet of Mortal Woe
Thank goodness he thought, we have fought and won
A great battle of galactic rights
Now gone is Trigonom the great foe
One stepping stone to future harmony is laid when we felled his body

Then he climbed aboard his ship, and it pushed up through the gravity
Escaping at terminal velocity the Planet's well
Such are the escapades of the brave
That they live to outshine the dimmer lights
before they turn to the grave
And so it was with Jason and his Golden Trousers
Now they hang in an interstellar wardrobe
Next to a statue of King Wowser
A triumphant tribute to Virtue over tyranny 

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