Larry Luigi Leoni
Discovered he
loved playing leap-frog
On a leap
from his Grandma’s stairs
He launched
himself off of ladders
Building his
leaping strength
Then constructed
a lovely launching pad
To increase
his leaping length
He‘d warm up
leaping fences
Then strike a
handsome pose
While leisurely
licking a lollipop
Before
landing on his toes
He mastered
leaping autos
Then leapt a
Greyhound bus
Before too long
Luigi
Was causing a
local fuss
One day a man
called Lewis
A jumper from
way out west
Challenged young
Larry Luigi
To determine
whose leaping was best
They started
by leaping four houses
Then a
lopsided circus tent
They leapt over
rivers, streams and lakes
Lifting
higher with ever ascent
They leapt
over ten locomotives
Then on to a
forest of pines
They leapt
over fields of white daisies
Then acres of
lemons and limes
They leapt
over mountains and valleys
Hurdled a
large flock of geese
The leaping
was getting out of control
They both
knew the leaping must cease
But Larry had
never been lazy
And Leoni’s
weren’t known to fail
His long-jumping title in jeopardy
He refused to
let Lewis prevail
Larry took
three long steps backwards
Gave Lewis a
lavish bow
Not one for
long-winded, drawn-out goodbyes
He lastly
saluted the crowd
Larry ran
like a leopard
Then let out
a warrior’s cry
With a lick
and a promise he leapt from the ground
In the air
Leaping Larry did fly
Higher and
higher went Larry
Passed a
lavender hot air balloon
An orbiting satellite he left behind
Soon Larry
was passing the moon
The folks
left below began cheering
Jumper Lewis was
merely forlorn
Streaking
‘cross the heavens with a long tail of light
A comet named
Larry was born
©
2015 Kenneth Goorabian
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