Poetry Movie Night With My Kids And Their Mates

Five little boys watch Indiana Jones
The cool one hugs a pillow hiding fright
The wise one whispers words that it's all right
The littlest feels it inside his bones
The cockyest explains all the unknowns
The bright one shivers unbridled delight
Best friends together they chose this tonight
Five tiny heroes : kings on sofa thrones

They'll grow up fast and leave this place behind​

They'll be wiser and less kingly for sure​

They'll listen better and throw fewer stones​

But they'll keep this feeling of minds entwined​

For journeys light fires in souls this pure​

As they sit and watch Indiana Jones​

 

[Hannah F]

Asps!

 

[Rich.]

Asps!

I don't know this word! What does it mean?

 

[Hannah F]

I don't know this word! What does it mean?

Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Asps are snakes. The pit they dug into was full of snakes. Indy hates snakes.

 

[Rich.]

Ah, asps! I know this meaning of course! But I didn't make the connection. There I was thinking it was some kind of social media speak -- at some point soon or something similar. Duh! Silly me! Brain fail.

Yes, asps, indeed. There were jumps aplenty when the cobra went for Indy!

 

[Peyton Stafford]

Cleopatra clasped an asp to her bosom. Asps are venomous snakes.

 

[Rich.]

Cleopatra clasped an asp to her bosom. Asps are venomous snakes.

Yes, I'm aware of that. I was suffering from a temporary bout of word blindness, as explained above.