The Bamues

By Kyle Dreger.

Before we begin,
I nod to the past.
To a Dr’s great stories
stories that last.

And as with “new” things,
mine’s a remix of his.
But I feel he’d like it
being written for kids.

With an inspired rhythm
and my own crafted words.
Let me finally tell
a tale I once heard…

Why hello dear Friend
I’ve got a story for you.
A tale of priorities
and I promise it’s true.

We start in Bamash
where Bamues choose to live.
And each Bamue couple
had a couple Bamue kids.

Bamues went to work
and got off around five
They’d pick up their families
then go out for a drive.

They’d park in a park
and play games in the sun.
Chasing Bunglebees and Slurps
oh what fun, fun, fun!

Then, one day, an oPhone
showed up in our stores.
Look at all the oApps!
Could you ever want more?

Soon all Bamue girls
and all Bamue chaps
were holding an oPhone
and playing with oApps.

They stared at those screens
as they walked around town.
Ignoring the world
all heads tilted down.

Now they talked to each other,
just not in the usual way.
They tapped updates to oChirp
and oMessage all day

But soon parks were empty
the sun sat there alone.
For Bamues were inside
all playing with oPhones.

In the Fall, a traveler
arrived at Bamash.
A well dressed young man
though he had little cash.

And this well dressed young chap
strolled straight into town.
But his hands were empty
and his head wasn’t down!

He walked up to a Bamue
“Hello, sir” he said
“Are there hotels around
That I might rest my head?”

The Bamue man just stared
then said with a huff,
“Stop bothering me, kid
there’s an oApp for that stuff.”

The young chap was surprised
“I’m sorry,” he said.
And the Bamue man walked away
oPhone back to his head.

Our young chap just stood there,
as Bamues walked around.
Not a word being said
and all eyes towards the ground.

Confused was our visitor
“The sun is outside!
Why don’t you get in your cars
And go out for a drive?”

But the response was the same
whether Bamue sister or father.
Their minds on their oPhones
and didn’t want to be bothered.

Despair filled the heart
of our well dressed young man,
with no cash in his pockets
and two empty hands.

He packed up his things,
though they were few,
and headed out of Bamash
leaving the Bamues.

Outside of the town
he paused to straighten his tie.
When he caught something shiny
from the corner of his eye.

And that’s when he saw it
a tower quite tall.
That powered the oPhones
the oApps, it all!

The young chap then knew
what had to be done.
He’d unplug the tower
and bring back true fun.

He rushed to the base
of the mighty tall structure.
“Now where is the plug,”
he silently wondered.

He searched all around
through bushes and trees.
Finally finding a wire
buried under some leaves

But try as he might
to yank out that cord,
the ground held firm
and he soon became sore.

As he lay on his back
a Bamue walked by.
A pretty Bamue girl
with piecing blue eyes

“What are you doing,”
she asked the young man.
And he noticed she too,
had two empty hands.

“The Bamues are Bamboozled,”
the young chap sighed
“If I unplug this tower
Perhaps they’ll see why.”

And he told her the story
of his visit to town.
She stood there, just listening
without smile or frown.

When he finished explaining
she looked up with a smirk.
“I’m in, let’s do this
With two there’s less work.”

So together they stood
and held firm to the plug.
Then pulled as hard
as their arms could tug.

And with a loud POP!
the wire did snap.
And our two strange friends
ran back to Bamash.

Back in the town
the Bamues stood confused.
Their oPhones weren’t working
no oChirps, no oTunes!

With screens now off,
they looked up from their shoes.
And each met the gaze
of another Bamue.

Our two friends arrived back
in the town with a bus.
And each Bamash citizen
Got aboard without fuss.

They drove to the park.
Then parked in a spot.
And began to remember
that thing they’d forgot.

And every Bamue
broke out into games.
Chasing Bunglebees and Slurps
just like the old days.

Our two friends found a seat
on a hill in the sun.
Their work here was finished
they’d brought back true fun

And every Bamue
be it mother or son
relearned how to live life
since we only have one.

So best you take a break
from a phone, or whatever.
Because I promise you real life
is oh, so much better.