Deleted Stories: The Magic Heart
There never was a magnet that was like the magic heart,
it could pull together objects placed a million miles apart;
it could stick to any metal and, as if that’s not enough,
it would stick to wooden sticks or bricks or any kind of stuff.
“It really is a marvel!”, said its proud inventor, Bill,
“It’ll bring nations together and end poverty, it will!
For it makes the fiercest enemies into the firmest friends
and it even pulls gold from a money-grubbing miser’s hand”.
But, sadly, great inventions, though built with good intentions,
often attract attentions their inventors didn’t count on,
like greedy crooks whose raison d’etre is to get rich quick
by filling bags with all the swag that a magnet can nick.
And, late one night, robbers broke into Bill’s laboratory,
dreaming of pools of gleaming jewels, great piles of gold and glory;
yet, though they managed to get the great magnet in their sack,
whenever the thieves tried to leave, the magnet pulled them back.
“Hee-hee!”, Bill giggled, woken by the bungling burglars scuffle,
“You’ll never steal my magic heart, no matter how you struggle.
It will always fly back home again just like a homing dove
because, gentlemen, you see, what powers it, is love”.