Spooky Spells ... a narrative poem for Hallowe'en

 2.The Tale of Rupertina

 

Within this kingdom far away

there lived a girl, it’s true to say,

on whom this tallish tale is penned,

whose pranks just never seemed to end.

 

Young Rupertina Oswald-Smelly

was a pain near bowls of jelly,

for this girl became a beast

whenever at a birthday feast.

 

Once all the fun began with games,

young Rupertina’s single aim

was making other kids go wild

by lobbing jelly at each child.

 

And if amongst the party food

the hosts had seen fit to include

some paper plates with creamy trifle,

then everyone would get an eyeful.

 

Because she was a total pest,

the mums and dads thought it was best

to leave off every party list

this embryonic anarchist.

 

Then Rupertina heard one day

expensive plans were underway

to celebrate in one week's time

the birthday of Prince Valentine.

 

But whereas every girl and boy

was filled with rapture, bliss and joy

to hear through letterboxes drop

gold invitations with a plop,

this girl believed she knew quite well

the prince would need a witch’s spell

before she’d get a royal call

to any sort of birthday ball.

 

Seven days it took to find

a witch who’d change the prince’s mind

by using magic of some sort

to get her in the royal court.

 

The problem with the witch she’d found

was that she was so well renowned

for changing folks when in a huff

into all sorts of weird stuff.

 

“I want a potion for a prince

which will quite rapidly convince

his royal highness to invite

me to his birthday bash tonight!”

 

The witch who looked so very weird:

with crooked nose, eyepatch and beard

stared blankly with her one good eye

while chewing on a fruitfly pie.

 

With irritation bursting out

the young girl then began to shout:

Look, time is short, don’t hang about;

you know the magic, I’ve no doubt!

 

Old Spooky Sal (with mangy cat)

adjusted her black pointy hat,

looked into Rupertina’s eyes

then gave a long world-weary sigh:

 

"You know, my dear, there is a word

you might have from your parents heard,

that on occasions such as these

one uses and that word is ‘please’ …”

 

But Rupertina in a rush

had not the sense to meekly gush

the niceties and show respect,

so Spooky used a wand effect.

 

There came a puff of lilac smoke

with zig-zag bolts: the girl awoke

transformed through magic rigmarole

into a party sausage roll,

which Spooky Sal (disguised you see

as caterer to royalty)

transported to the prince’s ball

within the royal palace hall.

 

Amid a groaning plenitude

of lavish royal party food,

the sausage roll on table sat

beside the prince in party hat.

 

“Hoorah for me!!!” the prince exclaimed

as all his guests proclaimed his name,

each child in suit or sparkly dress

in hope they might the prince impress.

 

A fact lost on the birthday boy

who’d planned in secret to enjoy

his special day where he’d incite

his guests to join a trifle fight.

 

“Yahooo! Yahooo!” the young prince yelled

as through the air food was propelled

and boys and girls about the place

got pies and trifle in the face.

 

Amongst the laughing and the mess,

the prince in wistful mood confessed

it was a shame in all this fun

that Rupertina couldn’t come.

 

“I do believe Miss Oswald-Smelly

would have loved to lob this jelly.”

 

While vol-au-vents flew high and low,

the reason came for her no-show: 

 

“An invitation had been sent,”

said lackeys at the royal event.

“But it was then returned unsigned,

so we assumed that she’d declined.”

 

Yet Rupertina was aware

of all the fun, as through the air

she somersaulted with scotch eggs

until with tiny voice she begged:

“Oh stop, please stop. I feel unwell!”

at which, the witch removed the spell

and Rupertina like a brick

fell down and on some kid was sick.

 

“Hi Rupertina! Glad you’re here.

Let’s spoon this trifle down the ear

of someone who still looks quite clean,”

the prince announced while looking mean.

 

But now the girl was not inclined

to mess and prank and be unkind.

Her lesson learned, she thanked the prince

then scurried out and ever since

reformed her very naughty ways,

until in time she reached the days

when folk would not have found it strange

to comment on how much she’d changed …

 

Once more she joined the party scene

of jelly, trifle and ice cream,

where nicely now she played their games

to great delight and much acclaim.

 

Until some child during dessert

spilt juice down Rupertina’s skirt ...

then in a flash there re-emerged

that girl of old; the party scourge!

 

As birthday cake flew through the air

(with pickled onions everywhere)

and flinging stuff about the place,

a manic grin upon her face,

 

the girl reverted gleefully,

the evidence for all to see,

which just reveals a painful truth:

that Rupertina was uncouth.

 

Though self-improvement’s overdue,

to thine own self one must be true.

One mustn’t tie oneself in knots;

for leopards cannot change their spots.

 

 

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