One day a gypsy came to the door <br />selling a sprig of heather. <br />Cross my palm with silver <br />and I’ll make your wish come true. <br />I gave some silver coins <br />and she gave me a green and purple pill. <br />“Take this last thing at night <br />and tomorrow your wish will be granted.” <br /> <br />I took her green and purple pill <br />just as she had instructed. <br />Next morning I awoke still with my whiskers on, <br />but my poor wife almost had fit <br />thinking she’d had a baby in the night. <br />The magic had changed me rapidly <br />and now I looked only three. <br /> <br />My wish had been to look younger, <br />it had come very true, <br />and the magic had turned me <br />back to the age of three. <br />My wife was all fingers and thumbs <br />wondering just what to do. <br /> <br />How was she going to take me out, <br />a baby of three with his whiskers on? <br />I looked like her grandson <br />and not her husband o f many years. <br />Even I began to wonder how long <br />it would take before the magic wore off. <br /> <br />Days moved into weeks <br />and a baby with his whiskers on <br />I remained to be. <br />People took photos of me <br />not quite believing what they saw. <br />One day my wife took me to the park <br />and around in the grass I crawled, <br />a baby with his whiskers on wearing a nappy. <br /> <br />Then suddenly and without warning, <br />I came back to my normal age. <br />Now everybody stared at me, <br />a man in his sixties in the park with only a nappy on. <br />I managed to get home <br />without being arrested, <br />but had to stay in the car until after dark <br />in case anyone saw me go in. <br /> <br />The moral of this story, <br />be careful what you wish for, <br />as the consequences will not <br />be exactly what you think <br />and never take <br />any green and purple pills from a gypsy.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-baby-with-his-whiskers-on-fun-poem-115/
