Nothing Doing!

We are the No-Thing-Do-Ing

Tribe of the lower Swampy-Sea

On the planet Where-the-Heck-Am-I

In the galaxy All-Are-Free

My tribe-folk are a lazy lot,

A trait our genes carried through 

From our ancestors who never worked

To the current lethargic crew

We subsist on vegetables, fruits and nuts 

And live in enormous caves

And bathe ourselves occasionally 

In the Swampy-Sea’s sullen waves

Many long eons ago

When my tribe was given Fire

The fabulous story was told of 

The arrival of the Sphere

It was an orb of wonder 

Which my ancestors could not describe 

Because it meant using many words

Which was a lot of work for my tribe

The Sphere came plummeting down 

From the sky in a halo of sparkling flares.

It interrupted the tribe’s siesta

And was greeted with bleary-eyed glares

Out of the Sphere stepped a being, 

Akin to an octopus,

With a grey round head and flailing tentacles - 

Both amazing and monstrous

Tentacles four, counted the head priest

And announced, “It is a four-pus!

Watch out, it might launch an attack

On any one of us!”

The four-pus lumbered and stood still

On its two longer tentacles 

And proceeded to take a long pole out 

Of the Sphere’s receptacle 

The four-pus stuck the long pole

In the shore of the Swampy-Sea, 

Then touched the top of it with

What looked like the branch of a tree

The top of the pole turned orange, 

Then red; by turns it changed its hue

As the four-pus pointed a finger at the sky

And said, “We’ll be watching you.”

My tribe-folk gawked at the four-pus 

As it got into the Sphere, 

Which then rolled a little bit

Before taking off in the air

The Sphere disappeared over the horizon 

While the tribe-folk wondered and looked. 

Who would check the red top of the pole?

They were sure that none of them would 

So it transpired that by doing nothing 

The tribe had acquired Fire,

For that is what glowed on top of the pole:

A flame that would never expire

In case you are wondering how a lazybones

Could manage to narrate so much, 

I have just emerged from my sensational dream

Of the Sphere and The Miracle Torch

This is the most work that I have ever done,

In all my living years, 

Weaving a distant dusty dream 

About my illustrious forebears

Now it is time for me to return

To my normal daily existence 

Of doing nothing and being nothing

And living without resistance