Just My Luck
Listen to Helen ...
I summon the Great Genie from the sultan’s lamp.
He’s a cranky, old curmudgeon with a body cramp.
He clambers through the opening. Sighs. Begins to speak.
His baritone’s unsettling, and his thighbones creak.
While this fresh air is delicious and sun’s sublime,
I’m sick of granting wishes since the start of time.
So, find a different gent to make your dreams come true.
Rub another magic lamp. Go summon someone new.
He’s a cranky, old curmudgeon with a body cramp.
He clambers through the opening. Sighs. Begins to speak.
His baritone’s unsettling, and his thighbones creak.
While this fresh air is delicious and sun’s sublime,
I’m sick of granting wishes since the start of time.
So, find a different gent to make your dreams come true.
Rub another magic lamp. Go summon someone new.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Kemp Zax 2024
About the Writer
Helen Kemp Zax
Helen Kemp Zax loves to write poetry, especially poems that rhyme. She was thrilled to be selected co-winner of the 2021 YorkMix International Children’s Poetry Prize, the 2018 MG Katherine Paterson Prize winner, and a 2019 Finalist. Her poetry appears in many wonderful children’s poetry anthologies like Chasing Clouds and in many magazines like The Caterpillar. Helen lives in Washington, D. C. with her husband and their crazy Aussie-doodle Huckleberry Finn.
