I want to Welcome Tamie Dearen to Fiction Favorites. She is being honored by Rave Reviews Book Club as a spotlight author. She is now on tour and I am so happy one of her chosen stops is here. She is the author of the critically acclaimed Best Girls Series. Her latest release is Best Foot Forward. The first of the series is Best is Yet to Come. Best is Yet to Come. All can be seen and bought here on Amazon. So Tamie the blog is yours.
Hi! I’m Tamie Dearen—wife, mother, grandmother, dentist, Jesus-lover, musician, composer, and author (as of 2013). I’ve published four books and a novella in The Best Girls Series, and one Young Adult Fantasy, Alora: The Wander-Jewel. As a relatively new author, I’ve found Rave Reviews Book Club to be a great resource for information and a wonderful place for mutual support. I thought I’d share this fun poem.
The City of Flout
I must say, I dare say, it was quite a shock
When I heard that Count Koffner had stolen the lock,
The lock that protected the City of Flout
Kept the good people in and the bad people out
I knew it the minute I opened the door
And saw laughing and dancing and people galore.
So I asked them, “Who did this? Who opened the gate?
Why didn’t you stop him before ‘twas too late?”
The answered, “’Twas taken by some tall dark feller.”
So I set out to find him, in attic or cellar.
I searched for to find him and put him in jail.
I searched for three days, but ‘twas to no avail.
And meanwhile the people so much I did pity
For the terrible things that went on in that city.
The bad people flocked in by hundreds each day
And I, though the mayor, had nothing to say.
They brought toys for the young and books for the old
And jewels in lockets of silver and gold.
There was feasting—what feasting—they ate and they ate.
But what could I do with no lock on the gate?
Then one day I saw in the midst of a crowd
Count Koffner proposing a toast right out loud.
“A toast,” he said, “to the City of Flout,
The most wonderful place in the world without doubt!”
I rushed to Count Koffner and cut off his head.
Then I shot him three times to make sure he was dead.
And then I chased all of the bad people out
And locked up the gates to the City of Flout.
Now the laughing and dancing and feasting are o’er.
The children don’t play with their toys anymore.
I burned all the books and the jewels in lockets.
I searched every home and I emptied all pockets.
But even though everything’s normal again,
With the bad people out and the good people in.
For some silly reason, I really can’t wait
Until somebody else steals the lock from the gate.
By Tamie Dearen
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