There's a sad man in his box of blue,
High above both me and you,
The dark sky is quiet and bright,
Until a box crashes through the night.
Startled, a little girl wakes,
To the garden on her way she makes.
The cold of night,
Hardly a sound,
Except a dirty, muddy mound.
Cautious, creeping,
She hears some weeping,
But no one else is around.
Turns a corner, what does she see?
A box of blue leaning on a tree,
CREEK...
The door opens,
A head of hair and a shocked expression peers into the dark,
Stepping out, his jacket catches the wind like a kite,
Soaring, sailing into the night.
But the clock keeps ticking,
The hour draws near,
His time has come,
No longer is the Raggedy man,
Amelia Pond and Rory clan.
YOU ARE READING
Snazzy Poems
RandomEnjoy my nerdy, strange and random poems that I create when I have nothing better to do! All my own work
