The Angry Tables of Tablia (Poetry)
This was something I had actually impressed myself with writing after I was done. For a writing class in college, we had to take something old we wrote (I'm so good at that!) and change its form. I took my fairy tale, The Angry Tables of Tablia, and turned it into on of my enemies - a poem. It actually turned out better than I expected and I was happy with the end results. You can read the original here.


Once upon a time on the stork's daily routine,
He was delivering a child to the king and queen.
He flew across the skies with the new born prince,
But his flying moved awkward not making any sense.
Excited by the job of delivering the heir to the throne,
But his flying on a queasy stomach made it grumble and moan.
He partied with a few bards last eve and guzzled much down.
So the stork, for his being, landed at the nearest kingdom town.
However, he did not realize his grave mistake,
Too soon the stork flew away for his stomach's sake.
In the kingdom, however, the prince felt tears and cried,
And the other human, a woman, came swiftly to his side.
She carried him inside away from approaching danger,
Where the prince finally felt safe in the arms of a stranger.
In the town, called Tablia, it was a curious thing,
The residents were living tables without a king.
They walked, they talked, and they even ate,
But above all else, they disliked humans with burning hate.
You could say it was for good reasons, I assume,
If humans ran out of tables, think of Tablia's doom.
Humans would gather the tables as their slaves,
And eat on them like ferocious barbarians from caves.
So the tables built a high wall around their city,
Finding themselves ever so intelligent, clever, and witty.
This seemed to have kept everyone out just swell,
Besides the woman who had been dropped by a drunken stork as well.
So her and the prince lived in the smallest house there,
And they lived together, seemingly an inseparable pair.
She taught him everything she had grown up to know,
A wealth of knowledge had blocked out their woe.
She named him Matthew, a name she thought grand,
And led him through life with a guiding hand.
They had few furniture things inside the house,
A television, freezer, pillow, and even a small mouse.
Inside the freezer was something of great importance,
That the prince has not forgotten since.
It was a frozen delicacy of creamy sherbert,
That they both dreamed about so much that it hurt.
But she told Matthew that sherbert was just so great,
That it must be eaten on a table and so they would wait.
One day they would flee from dreaded Tablia together,
Reside in a better place and eat the sherbert in sunny weather.
The prince nodded and of course would keep his promise,
She smiled appreciative and on his head placed a kiss.
But the promise was not to be held by both and kept,
For on his 17th birthday, the woman died and alone Matthew wept.
Over the course of the next few days, he sat in sadness,
While outside the tables were falling into madness.
Then one fateful day, when the Tablia news on television was a blur,
Matthew heard from the reporter some strange, but fateful words.
"There is a killer chair on the loose from Chairalie," the table said.
"So sharpen the ends of your legs, or else you'll be dead."
Matthew didn't understand what the message had meant at all,
So he looked at out the window and gasped for what he saw.
The tables had sharpened their legs into a dangerous sword,
This defense against the table was what they could afford.
But it came to Matthew's thoughts and his realization,
They could break down his door now and maybe even conquer a nation.
Morose over these unexpected turn of events and plans,
Matthew walked to the freezer and hugged the sherbert with shaking hands.
Was it his fate to surely die here in Tablia all alone?
He put the sherbert back and gazed longingly around his home.
Eventually, he fell asleep but only to come startlingly awake,
His heart thudding in his chest with a terrible ache.
For there was a noise of sharp scratching at his window,
And outside stared back the face of the chair, his foe.
Before the prince could spring to his feet and make a daring escape,
The chair crashed through the window breaking glass in a terrible haste.
Matthew backed up frantic and panicking against the wall,
Cornered in by this ferocious chair, it was surely the end of it all.
But the chair raised its two front legs in a friendly gesture,
And then bowed to Matthew, speaking eloquently and more.
The chair explained that he was a messenger from the king and queen planned,
To rescue the prince and bring him back to the rightful land.
Ever since the day they found out about these drunken storks,
Alcohol was banned from the birds by magic charms in the bottle's corks.
So they sent the skilled chair, a great mercenary,
To rescue their son as quick as a fairy.
Matthew was so overwhelmed by this all and that he was a prince,
He didn't realize that the chair made a terrible wince.
Then they both heard the thundering of tables, a dreadful sound,
Rushing to the house after the glass broke from the chair's pound.
They knew something was up and wanted to get to the boy first,
But the chair would succeed and Matthew would no longer be cursed.
The chair revealed a set of hidden wings behind its back,
And Matthew was confused but didn't ask for the facts.
Time was running out, so he sat quickly onto the chair,
Then they made their flight out of Tablia, laughing without a care.
It was then in the air Matthew panicked and recalled,
He forgot his Sherbert but if he went for it, he'd be mauled.
So, with regret he left it behind in Tablia's town,
And finally the chair and the boy landed on the ground back down.
In his new kingdom, Matthew met many new friends,
And sometimes he felt like the fun had no ends.
He had the chair and a friend named Adria for company,
And his parents were also great words of many.
At tables, he fulfilled his dream and ate much sherbert,
But in his feelings, he often felt quite curt.
For the sherbert did not taste as wonderful or just right,
Like something was wrong and he tossed and turned throughout the night.
Adria, the girl, had noticed his sudden depression,
So went to visit her Aunt who also lived in Tablia's oppression.
Adria's aunt was a nice table although Matthew didn't see,
Because he was locked away then and never even saw a tree.
"Adria is a girl and her aunt is a table?" you might have questioned and fussed.
Yes, it's true and not an important matter to be discussed.
What is important, however, is what will happen next,
What changes the ending in this story's text.
Adria's aunt explained how they destroyed Matthew's house after he was gone,
But before they did she found something when going to the house at dawn.
She opened the freezer and took the sherbert so it didn't go to waste,
But her Aunt didn't eat it because it was something she couldn't have faced.
Delighted at the news, Adria gathered the sherbert and took it back,
With a smile on her face, she handed it to Matthew who had words to lack.
Shaking her head with a humorous laugh at his faces,
She set a table with two bowls for their places.
It was the best table, the best bowls, and the best sherbert,
That the two friends enjoyed without being worried or hurt.
Promises, Matthew thought, can be so sweet and rewarding especially with a friend.
Then they lived happily ever after and finally, the end.