By: Taliesin L.O. Tyndall
JAMES DEAN, ACT ONE:
There once was a man named James Dean.
He was a gardener of sorts,
Who planted veggies of all kinds.
But one day a strange flower came.
Not knowing what she was or meant
He began to investigate.
Yet as he bent to sniff her,
Her attack went out, a tart dust.
She left him there, blind and deafened.
Thus he slept for ten long, cruel years.
But then, one night, James Dean awoke.
He looked about himself and cried.
His well tended garden was gone.
In its place was a loathsome mass:
Dead weeds and budding Death Kissers.
JAMES DEAN, ACT TWO:
That's how it was and so it goes.
Try as he might, James Dean could not
Solve his weedy sort of Coup.
So, having nearly been strangled
By the hands of desperation,
For help James went to friends to ask.
But, in odd ways, they turned him down.
Saying that thus it always was.
To seek to change would bring but Chaos.
There first she must have gotten.
She must have seduced all the earth
And filled him with her noxious brood.
Suddenly, He roughly collapsed,
And on grass James Dean lay lonely.
There was no one to help him win.
JAMES DEAN, ACT THREE:
To his mind a thought quickly came.
James Dean realized where he could turn.
To the ones he had so long scorned!
Fury creatures he's rejected;
Only from them could aid be found.
But would their turn their heads to help?
Thus it was when James Dean called out.
But then there came a time to wait.
And was the wait. Who would call back?
But then they did. They all came out.
The hairy things, long forsaken.
All came out to aid this doomed man.
The gophers, rabbits, squirrels and moles!
The birds of many feathered stocks!
All cam out to aid this doomed man.
With their aid, He, at last, did tame
The wicked weed that claimed his din,
And so brought back the fruits of life.