stiletto crow - poetry show

Toetje Cliff (a made-up bedtime story for Willem)


After traipsing through the desert, they came to a huge black cliff, stretching on right and left to infinity. They had no climbing equipment, only teaspoons. “Can you change this into a Mona toetje?” one of their party asked the wizard they had kidnapped from Cordoba. He uttered a magic incantation and the cliff turned into chocolate blancmange. Their spoons were to be put to good use. However, whilst they did not know how thick the rock/blancmange was or whether indeed it too was infinite, they realised they would be there eating for a great deal of time. The spoons were very small, smaller it seemed, than the average teaspoon. Furthermore, time would have to be put aside for digesting the Mona toetje and vomiting it out if it proved at times to be too sickly. As the sun set, they began scooping away bits of wobbly, gelatinous brown cliff and putting it into their mouths, occasionally with a smile, most often with a resigned and rather sad look on their faces.