POP CULTURE POETRY CORNER PRESENTS: BANGARANG!
Peter Pan and the Lost Boys go head to head with Hook and his pirate army in one of cinema’s greatest battle sequences. Here is my reinterpreted version of the final battle scene from the movie Hook, in the form of poem.
Bangarang!
One of the greatest battles ever fought took place on the shaky docks,
Bodies plunged into the water below and lay scattered across the rocks.
Swords were drawn and armor was pierced as Pan led the attack,
Every Lost Boy roughed and scuffed, but not a single one fell back.
For it was the battle for NeverLand, the place they all called home,
An adolescent group cast away and forced to be on their own.
Raised by a fearless leader, they chanted Ru-Fi-O!
Who vowed to defeat the pirate scum, and Hook - he would overthrow.
Clad in bamboo body armor and helmets chiseled from gourds,
They swung aboard the pirate ship to defeat the scurvy horde.
Armored to the teeth with weapons that made no sense what-so-ever,
Compared to swords, they’re only advantage was they happen to be a bit clever.
Egg-slinging cannons and shiny mirrors robbed the enemies of their sight,
While crossbow-wielding archers kept their tomato patterns tight.
Loose floor boards became launch pads for weary pirate’s crotches,
And it appeared the Lost Boys were actually winning, even if it were only by notches.
While the Boys battled Schmee, and the garbage of the sea,
Rufio dueled with Hook, a thrilling battle it would be.
Clinging and clanging of swords and the exchange of snarky remarks,
”Looky, looky, I got Hooky” at one point Rufio barks.
Unfortunate to him, immediately after this he gets stabbed,
A long-sword thrust into his chest, his life will soon be nabbed.
Pan rushes over and cradles Rufio, they lock eyes and both get sad,
Rufio then confesses, all he ever wanted was a dad.
It’s time for this to end, no more blood need be shed,
Pan knows the only sanctuary comes when Hook is dead.
He charges hard, he charges fast, an epic sword fight ensues,
But Pan has a trick up his sleeve; a plan, a ruse.
They tick, they tock, they terrify Hook; his greatest weakness is clocks,
A constant reminder of the ingester of his hand - prehistoric monsters - Crocs.
He leads the duel into the courtyard, where the tower clock stands tall,
The clock rests snuggly in the mouth of the croc that snacked on Hook’s hand last Fall.
Pan disarms Hook and has him down on his knees,
The air is now filled with Hook’s frantic, desperate pleas.
A sympathetic Pan turns his back and begins his leave,
When Hook, somehow, ejects a new sword from inside his sleeve!
He rushes forward with the blade at Pan’s neck,
But Tink intervenes, and his hook she deflects.
Straight into the beast that’s holding the clock,
With an outpouring of smoke, the beast begins to rock.
The clock falls to the ground, the croc’s mouth opens wider,
Hook down below can now see right inside her.
His fate now lies behind sharp, daggered teeth,
And soon his body will be buried beneath.
For it started with a croc that once took his hand,
Now Karma has arrived to collect the rest of the man.
Neverland is safe, the Lost Boys brought the heat,
And all of Hook’s goons now lie crumbled in defeat.