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Von Trapp's Son by George Kirk

28/5/2013

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The day the famous professor Von Trapp’s son
Invented his very first flying contraption,

His brainy old dad cried out with delight,
“My darling small boy is the master of flight.”

And down in the town there began a real ruction,
When Von Trapp and son went into production.


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From near, far and further came flocking the gentry,
With bulging great pockets and money a plenty,

To purchase a genuine flying Von Trapp
Lovingly made by the clever young chap.


Some flew with feathers, some flew with wings,
Some flew with close fitting cog wheels and springs.

Some had great funnels, some filled with hot air,
While others had sails and a nautical flair.

He made them with pedals and spinning propellers,
He made them with foghorns and stripy umbrellas.


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The Lords and the Ladies flew up with great style,
But little Von Trapp remained grounded mean while.

A fact that was noticed by one Lord De Ploop
As he finished his fifty fifth loop of the loop.

De Ploop sent a message by semaphore coding,
And told all the others about his foreboding.




The fine folk all landed, they felt rather worried
That maybe production had been rather hurried.

And their top of the range shiny Von Trapp machines
Were actually junk going weak at the seams.

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They said “Herr Von Trapp it has reached our attention
Your son may have built us a faulty invention.

Unless he can give us a good reason why
We expect him to board one and go for a fly.”

Von Trapp wasn’t worried, he said to his son,
“Make haste, buckle in, show them all how it’s done.”


Youngest Von Trapp turned an unhealthy green,
As he boarded the handiest flying machine.

His lip it did wobble, he cried out in fright,
“I can’t fly up there; I am scared of the height.”

As soon as Von Trapp saw the youngster's tears flow,
He told all the grand folk just where they could go.


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The snobs and the snoots were greatly offended,
So trade with Von Trapp was instantly ended.

Von Trapp didn’t care, in fact he just smiled,
As he reached up his arms to rescue his child,

And said to the boy, while holding his hand,
“Don’t worry dear son, I quite understand.”

So after a very long father-son talk,
They gave up on flight and decided to…

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...WALK!
Poem ©2013 George Kirk
Illustrations ©2013 John Shelly
1 Comment
Meagan Munroe
11/6/2013 07:58:12 am

Great poem George! I feel for young Von Trapp as I am not overly keen on heights either but I am partial to good walk.

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