This is Shrek.
Say hello to Shrek.
As you can see this Shrek is NOT a fictional character
but real flesh and blood.
Nor is he green or ogre-ish.
Shrek works at the Stunned Mullet,
the best fish and chip shop in the suburbs
cooking and serving customers.
His real name is Srikanth and comes from India.
Workers at the Hilton near the airport where he used to work
contracted his name to ‘Shrek’ in 2016.
Srikanth loves it and has been called ‘Shrek’ ever since.
He is warm and amiable and has a wicked sense of humor.
When you get served by Shrek it brightens your day.
Ever had a fear
you lost the power
of your legs
reserves all gone
your yabbering heart
nothing to do
till the fear
Could be your ex
a confined space
the wolf wears many
a different face
stare don’t start
just you, yourself
& yr red riding hood heart.
*pic from Pinterest by Kings-Wu
Not read ‘Alice in Wonderland’?
Not opened ‘Charlotte’s Web’?
And you say you’ve read 1000 books
& claim you are ‘well-read’
Not read ‘Wizard of Oz’?
or ‘Where the Wild Things Are’?
Never read ‘Peter Pan’ or heard
of ‘The Hungry Caterpillar’?
But you’ve read Robert Ludlum,
everything by Wilbur Smith
and you’re into science fiction
& all of its What Ifs?
Go in The Secret Garden
the Grimms wild, weird woods
& get thee to a library & read
the lost books of childhood.
* what children’s classics have you not read? [I’m about to read ‘Charlotte’s Web’ for the first time. I’ve seen the film J ]
Sometimes I put up a post and no one visits.
There is a terrible silence.
I’m like the wallflower at the dance.
The cheese that stands alone.
.I shrink. I shrivel.
I want to run, hide.
I’m the cowardly lion.
I take the post down. I ditch it.
You must have noticed..
But once in a while, like my ‘Desecration’ post on Big Blue Mouth,
I leave it.
I stand by it.
I stand up for it.
Damn it all! It’s good, I say
Sometimes I have courage. Sometimes I don’t.
There are no fairy tales in these Tower Blocks
No Rapunzel leaning from a window
to let down her golden hair
for some prince to climb up,
no balcony for a Juliet to stand on
and gaze out at her Romeo romancing her
no Dire Straits song to celebrate
no tower of hope and dreams
no clambering prince
only a vicious virus climbing
the tower walls
*pic courtesy of Wiki Commons
Will you turn off the f#@#ing faucet? Holly hollers. A hippo could drown in here.
But you’re not a real hippo.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
But you’re made of stone!
That’s a bit rich, isn’t it? Coming from a puppet made of wood who thinks its a boy!!