Ode to the Family Pratt, a Poem by Spike.

[fenderlove]

Title: Ode to the Family Pratt
Author: fenderlove
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Spike writes a (bloody awful) poem to honor his father's side of the family.



Ode to the Family Pratt

The family Pratt was old and true
Though time diluted blood once blue.
Where once were many, now were few,
The Pratt men off to war, two by two.
Waterloo felled Horace, only Henry went back to his brood,
Including a son most gentle and a daughter most rude.
And to Crimea went the younger set
To fight against the Russian threat.
Seacole saved thousands with her nursing hand,
But cholera left Hector buried 'neath the sand.
Mortars downed Harland, nevermore to roam;
Three Pratts to battle who would never see home.
Henry Pratt lived to be obscenely old,
A good man, quiet and not often cold.
His daughter Charlotte married quite young.
Before the first was old, a new one begun.
Charlotte bore two of her own to term-
Where Penny was vivacious, Violet was infirm.
Both girls were pernicious, and one died spinster;
The other traveled widely and married a monster.
Of Phineas Pratt, Henry's only son, words cannot say
Why such a wonderful man is not here today.
For his wife and his son, he was always a welcomed face.
Were he still here, the world would be a much kinder place.
And then there was a single Pratt remaining-
William, who was forever struggling, straining
For something far better than what life had dealt
And for a love that would be returned when felt.
But then William became Spike, and the Pratts were no more
Washed away forever like pebbles on a shore.

- W. H. P.