The Tale of Farkle, Sparkle and Darkle

By Jeffry L’H. Tank

Farkle, Sparkle and Darkle bought a motor-sarkle.
When they got it home they started to arkle.
Each wanted to add something that reflected their individual person-akle.
But they couldn’t come to a consensus.

Farkle obviously wanted to add some, well, farkle, Sparkle wanted to add some, (you guessed it),
sparkle, But poor Darkle didn’t have a clue what he wanted to add because, well… No one had the
slightest clue as to what “darkle” even was!
(Including poor Darkle).

They argued and argued as to who should have first crack and what to add.
Well, at least Farkle and Sparkle did,
For they, unlike poor Darkle, had some idea of what would reflect their person-akles.

Meanwhile, Darkle, who had been pondering the essence of "darkle"
Experienced a most glorious revelation
and grabbing his helmet, he ran out to the garage.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Farkle and Sparkle Even noticed something was amiss!
(well two actually)
Their beautiful new machine was a gone-akle, And so was Darkle!

They looked high and low but couldn’t find either one.
That’s when it finally dawned on them
(just like it had Darkle hours before).

In the end, it ain’t about farkle or sparkle; Its really all about darkle, (Whatever the hell that is!!).
Though it seems to me
At least one of them knew,

Do You?

© 2007 Jeffry L’H. Tank

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