The Forlorn Porg
By: Cindy R. Miller
A Long Time Ago. In A Galaxy Far, Far Away…
Hugo was a porg.
A very ugly porg.
It was unfortunate for him to have the face he had.
The other porgs didn’t understand
But poor Hugo wanted to play in a band.
Never had he seen a jizz-wailer,
But still, Hugo dreamed of shining lights
For all of Hugo’s poor young life,
He’d been met with ‘naught but strife.
When he was just a hatchling born,
A Wookiee roasted Hugo’s mom
Poor Hugo watched the spit in terror
But that didn’t get him anywhere.
Years went by and dreams were high
For Hugo found a KLOO HORN
He didn’t know how to play it but he knew for sure
That one Kloo Horn felt good in his hands
Hugo had stars in his eyes
Even though everyone was unkind.
“You couldn’t Porg your way out of a paper bag”
They sneered.
But one day, they’d think him dear.
He toiled and worked night and day
Learning to play his Kloo Horn
Striving to play with a band.
And one day it happened, surrounded by stars
Poor Hugo got his chance- and applause.
His name in flashing lights,
Hugo had it all
But he took up spice and gambling, and dolls
Everybody wondered what went wrong
With the Hugo Porg they’d known
But they realized soon enough
That starstruck lives are often short
His career nearly in the refresher
Whizzing down the drain
He crawled out of his nest of gold
And checked himself in the mirror.
“I have to fix this, quick” he said
And checked himself into rehab
After some time, therapy and lots of cleansing breaths
Poor Hugo was looking more like himself.
And back he came, Kloo Horn in hand
People loved to see him there
Playing up on stage
Playing with the band
Despite his ugly face
Despite his past mistakes
Hugo had fans who loved him
And that made him celebrate.
So this story is at an end
Children take caution and comfort
Mistakes, color your lives they can
But redemption is possible, for Hugo or for Kylo Ren…
Also, there’s a group on Facebook that I’m a part of which has a bunch of inside jokes about Hugo.
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