Dara wanted to read a poem about how a Rubik’s cube feels.
Someone mixed me up
But I know just what to do:
You just need to twist me round until the Red’s next to the blue , and then
No, wait!
Not like that!
Now the yellow’s by the green!
Yes I know you think you know me
But that’s never ever been the way to
Get me right.
I don’t wanna start a fight
I hate having to rely on you to
Help, I know you’re trying to
But all my life
I’ve just had this secret yearning
To become… the world’s first
Sentient self turning
Rubik’s Cube! Independence!
Freedom from your grubby hands!
Wait, now what is going on?
It’s like you’ve never even planned!
You can’t just come in unprepared
And start twisting me at random!
Oh no…
What on earth…
Not the orange by the white!
Mate, it’s just not worth it
This is going to take all night!
OK, fine I can see
You’ve begun to use your brain
Oh, that’s brilliant! You genius!
I’m almost right as rain!
I never should have doubted you
And sulked and what-abouted you
When there’s no doubt about it, you
Have done it once again!
Oh that’s so much better
All my colours back together
You are really very clever
You’re a king, long may you reign!
Oh and yes, of course, let us go and show your mother
Oh no, wait, quick hide! Please don’t let your little brother…
You know what he did when he played with me the other day
And.. Argh! No! Stop!
…
OK, Kiddo,
Shall we take it from the top?
Tom Juniper Poetry 