A Poem: Messrs. Wynkin, Blynken & Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night, arrived in a Cadillac.

They had a gun, a knife, a club, and children in the back.

“How much for two? Is there a sale?” a mother had inquired.

“It’s trade,” said Nod, “We’ll give you one for one that’s less desired.”

So Mrs. Craw brought out two kids, one seven and one thirteen.

“These two,” she said, “do not obey, and they can’t keep their rooms clean.”

“Indeed, it’s common,” said Wynken then, eyeing each scared child.

The two looked like they were about to scream. Wynken only smiled.

“Get in the car,” said Blynken with the flash of a shiny gun.

Their mother then said nothing as they took her daughter and son.

Nod scribbled on some paper as the kids got on the seat.

He handed it to their mother and said, “Here’s your receipt.”

“We’ll return tomorrow, and we fully guarantee,

“Your new ones will be better and obedient,” said he.

The woman nodded, the children cried, the men drove out of sight.

True to their word they then returned again the following night.

From the Cadillac emerged her daughter and her son.

They smiled and they hugged their mom and then the deal was done.

“These ones are aces,” Blynken said. “They’ll always do their chores.

“They’ll listen and obey your word. They’ll never slam their doors.

“They’ll go to bed on time and they’ll wake when they’re asked.

“They’ll execute every duty with which they have been tasked.”

The three men had a talent for replacing naughty kiddies.

They’d scour the streets in suburbias, in villages, and cities.

They’d take the ones their parents hated to a location quite unknown.

And in about a day or so, they’d bring them back a clone.

What was their payment? I knew you’d ask. I’m sorry I must say,

But the three men’s favorite food, you see, was naughty child filet.

The three men were content and full after their midnight snack,

And Wynken, Blynken, and Nod that night, drove off in their Cadillac.