Friday, December 9, 2011

MAGICAL YARN

A long time ago…
In the land of magic and spells…
There was an old wizard…
Who fell in love with a fair maiden…
And what he loved most were her dainty feet.
“If you marry me,” said the wizard,
“I will make you hundreds of shoes…
And decorate them with jewels...
From around the kingdom.”
But the maiden...
Could not imagine sleeping with the old wizard...
And she spurned his advances…
Holding out for a prince…
Or at least a young handsome nobleman.
The old wizard was so hurt and offended…
That he cast a spell on the maiden…
“May your feet and all your ancestor’s feet…
Be cursed till the end of time!”
And there you have it folks…
The reason why I and every member of my family…
Are klutzes! I’m not kidding!
We trip on anything and everything!
Even if there's nothing there!
It’s true!
In fact my feet are so good at finding and stepping on things…
I could hire them to the military…
To help find land mines.
They could just hoist and hover me…
Over an area of land…
And my foot would find the land mind…
But because I’d be safely dangling above it.
I wouldn’t step on it and blow up.
So?
Are you a klutz?
What’s your excuse?
Or do you ever think someone cast a curse on you?

Always, Em-Musing

8 comments:

farawayeyes said...

Definitely a klutz. My excuse - I'm also an airhead. I probably don't pay attention to where I am going. Sometimes that takes me to magical places. I also have horrible ugly feet. The product of ski boots and bare feet. Not at the same time,of course.

Lydia Kang said...

I like your curse story! I have my klutzy moments. They seem to come in waves, and peaked during my pregnancies.

Joanne said...

No, no klutz here. But I like the way you embrace your klutz-ness.

Emily said...

So funny! This gives me a whole new perspective on klutzy!

Jennifer Shirk said...

Ha! Not a klutz, but I manage to always spill something on myself when I'm eating. (Just like my mother)

Caryn Caldwell said...

Ha! I LOVE it! Now I'll confess something I never do: Sometimes I feel like I have an invisible little sprite trailing after me, gleefully hiding everything important. It's the only reason I can explain why I'm so careful with my keys and sunglasses and everything else, and it all STILL ends up missing! And, yes, I've been imagining this since college, when I, too, wrote a poem about it. (Though when I shared the poem everyone gave me that wary, pitying look, like they thought I was a little nuts, so I haven't shared that thought since. Until now.)

The Blogger Formerly Known As said...

My sister’s got massive feet. I always encouraged her to bind them up like the Chinese used to do, to make them smaller. As far as I’m concerned it’s a blessing though, not a curse, because it makes mine seem so much more pretty and petite :)

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