The Duct-Tape Wallet

The Duck-Tape Wallet

By: Rose Star

Once, there was a small wallet.

And in that wallet, sat no more than a pound.

He lived in a shoemaker’s pocket,

and never made one little sound.

He wasn’t made of fine leather,

Or decorated in fine little jewels.

He was only made rough duct tape,

Tape that had been chewed on by mules.

Now, the shoemaker’s pets,

I think you can guess,

Were very sloppy, old, mules.

Yet the shoemaker loved them,

Quite like his own children,

And pet them, every night.

But then one night,

After closing up shop,

As the shoemaker was walking home,

His wallet fell out,

And it wanted to shout,

But realized it had no mouth.

It hit the ground,

Without making a sound.

And to his dismay,

It was nowhere near day,

So he silently laid there all night.

Then somewhere near dawn,

He had finally drawn,

A conclusion of where he was.

He was next to a tree,

And also a bee,

And a candle that bore no light.

He could not see a shop,

With a big shoe on top,

Or a shoemaker inside it’s window.

As time went on,

When the bee was gone,

He felt there was something missing.

For there on the ground,

Laid the only pound,

That the shoemaker had put inside him.

But the wallet was smart,

So he decided to start,

Inching his way to the coin.

But as he looked up,

He saw in a cup,

A bird, not much bigger than him.

Then the bird swooped down,

And landed on the ground.

She said, “Hey look what I found!

“Why are you, yes I mean you,

Just laying here on the ground?”

Then all of a sudden,

On that old wallet,

Appeared a tiny mouth.

The wallet replied weackly,

“ Oh, please can you help me?

I’m terribly, terribly alone.

My shoemaker dropped me,

And then kept on walking.

Can you help me get home?”

The bird replied,

“I think I can try,

I know where the shoemaker lives.

I’ll carry you and your money,

Over the mountain of honey,

And leave you on his night stand.”

“Man, that sounds great!

But can you make,

It all of the long way home?”

The wallet had said,

While nodding his head.

“What about his bed?”

Then the bird said,

“ok, that works,

I’ll drop you off on his bed.”

“Great! Let’s go,

But don’t be slow!

I’m a wallet, you know,

And I’m never slow!”

So the two set out,

And gave a small shout,

To a bee that was flying by.

But along the way,

To their dismay,

It started to rain.

“Oh, what a shame,”

Said the bird very plain,

“ we’ll have to stop here ,

Oh dear! Oh dear!”

“Don’t worry,”

Said the wallet,

Just look where we are.

We aren’t very far,

From the shoemaker’s car!!!”

Then the bird sang a song,

That’s not very long.

“Hooray, hooray!

What a very happy day!”

Then all of a sudden,

The sky turned bright blue!

And then they both shouted, “Woo hoo! Woo hoo!

So they went on their way,

Without stopping to play.

And got to the shoemaker’s home,

Before the end of the day.

When they got to his home,

The shoemaker was there.

And what a suprise!!!

He was doing his hair!!

When he saw the bird,

He loved it so,

So the shoemaker decided,

He didn’t have to go.

He kept the bird,

As one of his pets.

And he never lost

His wallet again.

The end.