Onceler



The Onceler spoke of swaying trees
Out there in the gentle breeze
Alone amidst a world of thneeds
Waiting for a chance to feed

He whispered down his wishing well
Away from those he feared would tell
Before he leapt and swiftly fell
Instead of running ‘round pell-mell

He said there was a stirring pain
For every time he played the game
Falling -ded- would not bring shame
To stop the smiles and daily feign

But so he passed, without a trace
No fear to fall or fill a face
A mark, a stain, without a place
Abandoned out beyond the race

The Onceler fell, I knew before
He couldn’t take just being poor
The weakling’s route, a mewling’s roar
Just quickly left out the back door

His message drifted round and round
Until it settled on the ground
To sit and wait til it be found
A lonely, drifting, subtle sound

And to this day it’s sat and rot
A victim of “I just forgot”
Wasted, useless, all for naught
Away from those he should have fought

He is the onceler, he had his day
Nobody cares about his bray
If you sit and alowly pray
You’ll hear him shout about his day

I am the onceler, I do live twice
Don’t be an ass, I’ll give you lice