Piano Boy (In Tribute To Tim Burton And Roald Dahl) Poem by Teedy Dawn

Harold and Betty, a nice couple I’m told,
Adopted a boy, just seven days old.
This perfect arrival, so rosy and sweet,
Gave Harold and Betty a family complete.
However, their joy was soon to be tried,
As this perfect arrival, never once cried.
A blessing you say, what more could one ask,
Indeed, rocking a child is an odious task.
Especially at three am in the morning, when he falls asleep, just as your day is dawning.
But Harold and Betty would not have the pleasure of singing to sleep their new little treasure.
Instead, when they woke him and expected a cry,
All they heard from the crib was Brahms Lullaby.
Now the little sweet darling, long before he could talk,
Gave daily recitals of Mozart and Bach.
And Harold and Betty, not to miss a good thing,
Thought to contact an agent, and gave him a ring.
For they knew straight away where their son’s life was heading,
A booked him right up for Bar mitzvahs and weddings.
In truth, they agreed that their actions weren't right
But that didn’t matter; there were crowds to delight.
And the money was useful it gave them a life,
Free of credit and loans, trouble and strife.
Even though to their son they gave not a penny,
What good was it to him - he didn’t need any.
All provisions were made, so that he had no clue,
About the fortune his parents had begun to accrue.
What were once loving people, who longed for a child,
Now were miserly guardians, who others reviled.
Indeed, when their son entered high school,
They thought him naïve and took him as fool.
But Piano Boy knew that one day he’d leave, and have the last laugh, with a trick up his sleeve.
You see when he turned 20 and announced he was gay,
His public cried 'marvellous you’ll conquer Broadway'.
And he did, all alone, with no help from his kin,
Who expected grandchildren and more cash to roll in.
Without income, their house was soon repossessed,
And Harold and Betty had to confess,
That their parenting skills had somewhat been lacking,
They were broke, and in need of some capital backing.
I’ll tell you what, their son said with sorrow,
I’m in need of two roadies - you can sign up tomorrow.
Now, this tale has a moral, which is clear and uncut
If you have kids, you love them - no matter what,
For if you are selfish and quick to condemn,
Remember your fate might just rest with them.