A Pome a Day for a Year

Trevor Stains of the Knightsbridge Plains,
a magnificent fellow so full of rich claims.

While skipping and hooting as a thirteen years boy,
he tripped and he fell onto an 80’s kids toy.

Made of metal and blades and good family fun,
it cut and it diced all of his limbs down to one.

He lost both his feet and his knees and his thighs
and most surely his confidence sliced down to size.

At parties and do’s and events and bah mitzvahs,
No legs Trevor Stains cast a shadow of chutzpah.

His dreams of the 100 metres as dashed as the race,
he fashioned an electric suit to replace.

He took inspiration from comics of yore,
and sued the toy company to even the score.

With his wealth and his stumps he devised a plan,
a simple one concerning domination of man.

He set his sights and his heights and adjusted his legs,
all sorts of electronics inside knee caps (which begs

The question of just how much humanity remains)
within the crushed and the broken Trevor Stains.

Is he man or machine or a little of both?
With some therapy and help he could see major growth

But Trevor Stains of the Knightsbridge Plains
is permanently altered by the scars of his pains.

A monster of villainy he vowed to become
and heros are needed to save everyone.