Wishes: a free form fable

I found a bottle on the beach

It had a dusty musty smell

It looked as if it had been there forever and a day

“What the hell,” I said

I’ll clean it up and see if it has a story to tell

Perhaps it has something good to say

I grabbed a rag and rubbed its shaft

Now, perhaps you think me daft

But it shuddered and grew an inch or two

“What the hell,” I said again

This bottle acts like I’m more than a friend

But I kept rubbing it just the same

Black, blue, green, red

An inch of growth with each new hue

Some kind of mood glass varying emotions

And sure enough…when I’m thinking it can’t get more surreal

Out popped its cork

And it burped some froth and foam that smelled much like the sea

Or perhaps merely fishy

Yet one more surprise caught my eyes

The bottle belched

Perhaps it farted

I do not know for sure

But what came out I soon would learn has no known earthly cure

A sad sack genie if ever I’d seen one

He had no compassion

Nor any fashion

He looked and smelled like a garbage dump

And Grumpy could have been his name

For he did not give away wishes

You had to win a bet

He’d give me three wishes if I could wish once and find true happiness

But if I failed no wishes would I get

Just a bottle of my own to reside in

And if I did not play his game

My outcome would be the same, he said

And he’d wreak havoc on humankind just for spite

Perhaps he tried to scare me

But in truth he only dared me

And I double-dog dare anyone to do that to me and win

I’m as crazy as they come

I take dares just for fun

And it’s going to be a pleasure to pop this genie back in the bottle

“Don’t act so cocky you cocky little shit,” the genie said quite smug

“I have a collection of bottled souls who thought they’d beat me quick”

You dickless wonder, I replied, beating bullies is my drug

I’ll send you back to your glass cell

And I’ll have bragging rights to tell the world about your crazy scheme

Tempting humans with your wishes

Destroying human dreams

“Idle threats,” the genie said, “No one’s ever bested me”

“Make your play

Make your wish

Forever my slave you’ll be”

I stepped up to him, nose-to-nose

I knew what wish to make

Each morning I wish to kiss between my lover’s thighs

Make her shiver and shake, and lick her morning dew

And be able to envision all that she dreamed of us throughout the night

So I can know of her love for me and all she truly desires

Then spark the passion fires

For bringing my love true happiness creates it in me as well

And I’ll need nothing else

So be gone you foolish genie

And take your worthless wishes back to your bottled hell

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8 thoughts on “Wishes: a free form fable

    1. Yep, happiness is the mate who makes you whole and complete. Of course it also helps when every look and touch arouses every cell in your body.
      Thanks, Rose.

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