The
Virtual
Realm

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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Home


(To the tune of “Home” from the stage production of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast)

 

Hank: Well, guys, here it is –

 

Bobby: The day we’ve 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: It’s been fun.

 

Presto: Are we home?

 

Diana: I can’t see if we’re there, or wherever.

 

Eric: Have we come to the end of this living–

 

Bobby: Well?

 

Hank: I can’t tell.

 

Sheila: I can’t bear to look, Bobby. What if –

 

Bobby: Hey! What’s that smell?

 

Presto: Hot dogs! With extra relish!

 

Hank: DM, you little gnome, you came through!

 

Diana: It’s the park!

 

Sheila: Guys – we’re home.

 

Presto: Now we’re home, if they ask, we should say something clever–

 

Diana: To explain why our clothes look like Hobbit-wear?

 

Hank: I don’t care if they ground me till April, as long as my folks are there!

 

Bobby: I’d still be glad to see ’em if they walloped me with a broom. They’re my mom, and my dad, and my home.

 

Eric: But my mom…and my dad…I don’t know if I can face them.

 

Presto: Wasn’t Venger as bad?

 

Diana: And you faced him, Cavalier.

 

Bobby: Our home’s near…

 

Sheila: And we’re here for you now more than ever…

 

Hank: Though it’s clear you don’t need us to hold your hand.

 

Diana: Understand, if you call, we’ll 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: You’ve still got all you need: Home – and friends.

 

FINIS


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