Challenge -
Done by TANN for NEIL G
"I would like a poem. Any subject is fine, but I would prefer a poem that kind of works as a coda to the whole series. Something that perhaps deals with everyone's feelings about where they are, or (if they've made it back home) what they've been through. Maybe it will be melancholic, maybe it will upbeat, I don't mind, but something in verse that deals with everyone's thoughts would be nice (it's something I'd quite like to do some illustrations for)."
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(To the tune of Home from the stage production of Disneys Beauty and the Beast)
Hank: Well, guys, here it is
Bobby: The day weve waited for.
SHEILA: No more chances missed, no disappointments any more.
DIANA: We've won.
Bobby: Bye, DM
Sheila: And, Home, hello!
Presto: The game is done.
Hank: Here we go.
Eric: Its been fun.
Presto: Are we home?
Diana: I cant see if were there, or wherever.
Eric: Have we come to the end of this living
Bobby: Well?
Hank: I cant tell.
Sheila: I cant bear to look, Bobby. What if
Bobby: Hey! Whats that smell?
Presto: Hot dogs! With extra relish!
Hank: DM, you little gnome, you came through!
Diana: Its the park!
Sheila: Guys were home.
Presto: Now were home, if they ask, we should say something clever
Diana: To explain why our clothes look like Hobbit-wear?
Hank: I dont care if they ground me till April, as long as my folks are there!
Bobby: Id still be glad to see em if they walloped me with a broom. Theyre my mom, and my dad, and my home.
Eric: But my mom and my dad I dont know if I can face them.
Presto: Wasnt Venger as bad?
Diana: And you faced him, Cavalier.
Bobby: Our homes near
Sheila: And were here for you now more than ever
Hank: Though its clear you dont need us to hold your hand.
Diana: Understand, if you call, well come running
Presto: The whole motley little band!
Eric: Now, who cares if they kill me, or worse, my allowance ends? I could work for the dough it still spends.
Sheila: Youve still got all you need: Home and friends.
FINIS
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