NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #07 – Humpty Dumpty’s Fate(s)

The prompt for Day 07 was:

“I challenge you to write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. With any luck, this will result in poems that have a sort of driving, reportorial tone, but with a powerful rhetorical finish. Let’s hope so, anyway!”

I didn’t exactly stick to the prompt. Sorry.

Humpty Dumpty’s Fate(s)

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
The King dipped his Soldiers into the goo,
and said, “That was delightful. Would you try some too?”

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s soldiers, who’d gradually ambled,
said “Sorry, can’t help. Poor Dumpty is scrambled”.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Little old Humpty was not full of brains.
There was just white and yolk in his scattered remains.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
I don’t understand how an egg learns to climb,
when they’re all round and limbless. Not robust like I’m.