A Conker’s Tale
(With a nod to Mr Yeats)
Bonkers the conker said to Stella the sheep “Show me the moon in your skies, build me a
bridge from your sighs, serenade me a song, no lies”.
Stella the sheep sighed Bonkers a bridge, mooned him sweet gaze to his eyes, crooned him fair
love, sang him hope of Stella the prize.
Bonkers the conker speechless with joy bobbed up and down and rolled on the ground and
around and around in dizzying thrill of love now found.
Stella the sheep took fright at the sight and left for safe pen at top speed. She’d seen conkers
go bonkers before, no telling what mayhem in store!
Rules must be made, to Bonkers dissuade, from displaying emotions at will. All joy to be
squashed, all romance be quashed, all passion hushed to be still.
So Bonkers stopped spinning, lost all hope of winning his prize. No bob to his stride, no care for
his pride, he sat on the ground, all alone and cried.
Bonkers now spent, Stella found peace and felt better with each passing day.
Safe in her pen, trusty shepherd for zen she wanted tamed Bonkers as friend.
Can this game be played, spayed lover turned friend or for Bonkers the conker the end?
Bonkers, confused, whispers …
“And who could play it well enough if deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this
knows all the cost, for he gave all his heart and lost”.