These Teenage Troubles

A Comorian For (A Homer Styled Story Poem)

 metamorpher

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The Teenagers Troubles;

The Teenager;

“This was the start of something new really I was no longer a kid anymore, and now could stay up late.
This was the start of my teenage years, my mother, consistently squeezing my cheek, calling me a big.
This was hardly true all the other boys in school were so tall; high school seemed so cool to date.
Now I just want to be big like all those pesky bullies I see hang off the scaffolding rig.
It was sure as hell tough in first year, I hardly took up an inch taller, and my voice was only a mellow
It was certain for me, that I might never get big a strong like the others, in my class.
It was certain my parents weren’t giants themselves, they were quite small fellows
It for sure could be seen, that I hated being small and have bullies take my stuff, and kick my ass.
For the big guys life is easy all the attention all the girls, even some guys want to be like them.
For me I have to say I don’t, I want to be bigger, better, I wish, something could hear me.
For if it could I’d be forever in it dept, I would forever be there like a gem.
I would never leave its side and it would be really good thing to see.”

The Dinosaur;
“One brave little boy has asked something, I could use a loyal slave, to service my every need.
That little boy should be careful what he wishes for; it may come sooner rather than later.
One brave little boy wants to be a big boy, well I can’t promise the boy part, but he will be big indeed.
That little boy better hold on tight to his bed, and keep one eye open for that matter.

The Teenager;

This day like every single other, the big meanest bully makes me do things with him, makes me sad.
He makes me work hard, doing all his homework till I know it’s perfect, and he gets me in trouble too.
He makes me write things on teacher’s boards, naughty things, and then I get told I am very bad.
He gets me to talk to people and do his errands and all this stuff; I’ve even had to moo.
But he doesn’t only do it to me in school and sometimes a little bit after, on the weekends things change
He becomes evil, deranged, a lunatic, he comes over and hits me for no good reason.
But he comes over and makes me service his feet makes me wash his clothes and makes me arrange.
His timetables for class and he make me iron his clothes, and that can treble depending on the season.
Sometimes when I dream of being a big boy
I dream of torturing him back, but I realise I would be what I hate.
I want to be bigger than everyone else, because I don’t want to be his toy.
I want to be better than him, make him understand, what lies in fate.
Oh come to me please, make this wish come true, I do anything just to be a big boy right now.
Oh come on, I promise, I do, I beg ya’ to make me big.
He left later, only when my mother came home from her night’s row.
With the big boss man, and his slightly crooked wig,
I must get to bed now, but after today at least I know he won’t come over this weekend.
Later that night whist on my pc in my room, I picked up the plushie of the Apatosaurus on the bed.
He smiled and rubbed it wish I looked like this guy, but I suppose dreams stay in your head”

The Dinosaur;
Think again big boy, as I speak my spell upon your body, you soon wake up to see your body flare.
Soon your bones shift and break as you turn into the thing you desire, becoming massive in you lair.
Soon you break the chair and bed behind you as I watch you change in there.
Soon you’ll be just like one of us, as the dinosaur watches your clothes tear.

The Teenager;
That next day I proudly took down the stairs well slouching and ducking to avoid hitting the lamp.
That bully in school is going to learn his lesson mother.
As I think about dunking his head in the toilet, getting his sensitive scales damp
You boys better not hurt one another.
She never really knew our relationship in my school.
He was just known even to parents as the tough guy.
However that was me now, I was massive, and this day is going to rule.
Stopped in my tracks by a big dinosaur, not that much bigger than me, but a good nose at a try.

The Dinosaur;
I believe you have something to say to me big fella, for making your wish come true.
I made you big like me and now you have to pay up for it, come with me big boy no school for you.
Now you said anything would service to being a big boy, the more you be my slave, no more you bloom.
And the more you do as you’re told; any dream and fantasy can be granted too.

The Teenager;
Nodding now that live had changed for him he was a big boy now, gone through his growth spurt.
And he learned his lesson, and he never saw that bully again, it would have been too much for his head,
And the human would have to get a little hurt.
The dinosaurs been alive for years hidden underground, where all the tunnels lead
They have everything we do, but on a much bigger grandeur scale,
Since I was a teen the adults must be up in the sky.
Either this or that has come to be, as I sway getting used to me new tail.
I was proud to be a dinosaur now, I felt better stronger and proud.
Well I defiantly stand out from anyone even in this crowd.