The Malador Coast The Malador Coast

Tis the place where the purple elephants roam,

Where the cats chase dogs and the singing cobras call home.

It’s a place of the wondrous, weird and wild,

The furthest possible thing from mild,

And on this magical stretch of land,

With its jungles and golden sands,

Stands a boy, gripping with intensity, a lampshade.

“An ordinary lampshade?” you may gasp,

“How stupid,” I would rasp,

“Have you not paid attention?”

“Have you no retention?”

Thus quieted you would listen,

To these words that do glisten,

While I do, describe, the lampshade.

It was black and white and red all over,

Had texture liken to that of a loafer.

It shone even missing a lamp to shade,

For of glowing stickers it was made.

It had tassels and trinkets and even a crab,

By far the last thing to be called drab,

For this was a magical lampshade.

The boy held it tightly in his hand,

For it could fend off the creatures of the land.

Wielding it like a rounded blade,

His way through the jungle he carefully made.

There came whimsical snakes,

And glowing pink lakes,

But the boy was safe with the lampshade.

The boy’s destination was far, far away,

The trek took him many a day.

With his lampshade of powers,

He did fight killer flowers.

He traversed acid rivers,

And shook off the shivers,

With the courage he drew from the lampshade.

Upon a mountaintop he did reach a house,

So quiet it unnerved even a mouse.

The boy did go inside,

And behind the lampshade he did hide,

He went up the stairs,

Nearly wetting his underwear,

As he brandished the glowing lampshade.

He reached a door,

One he had seen before.

He grabbed the knob,

His hand a’throb.

He opened the portal,

Feeling all too mortal,

And walked in behind the lampshade.

The boy stood defeated,

As his parents he greeted.

They lay in their bed,

Slowly they raised their heads.

The boy does explain,

Why he must cause their disdain,

“Mommy I had a bad dream.”