Lumpty Dumpty

From fryin’ pan to Fabergé

Preface

Lumpty Dumpty is not an evolution of Humpty Dumpty.

He is not a retelling, reimagining, or adaptation.

He is a new creation — an original figure born from the author’s imagination.

Though his name echoes a familiar nursery rhyme, Lumpty Dumpty stands entirely on his own. His story does not replace Humpty Dumpty; it adds a parallel mythic layer beside it.

Lumpty Dumpty enters not as a private creation,

but as a new companion piece to the timeless,

fine, smooth, and round lines

that every reader on Earth knows

from the Dumpty clan.

(You mean to tell me there’s more than one or two Dumpties?

I never knew.)

And the author promises that the next piece he writes

will be about Grumpty Dumpty.

The Poem

Lumpty Dumpty

Lumpty Dumpty —

the other one —

did not fall.

Cracked.

Battered.

Bruised.

Left for dead.

Buried

in the wasteland,

if you recall,

’Til the Word

turned him

into an Easter egg

instead.

Not sure eggs

will ever be looked at

the same again.

But the egg

is a giver of life

that comes

from a hen.

Please don’t tell me

this rhyme

is coming to an end.

If it must, let me search

for my egg, bright as a friend.

Yellow and orange,

pink and red — colors spread,

Set upon Hot Stepper,

Humpty’s unicorn,

bringing life and joy ahead.

And so Lumpty and Dumpty journeyed on together,

persevering as close friends with hearts restored.

companions on the way,

humming a hymn in gentle accord,

looking toward the rainbow’s promise —

to green meadows

and still waters,

the place of love

and forgiveness.

The end.

Closing Note

If you thought Humpty Dumpty’s fall was bad,

you haven’t heard even a fraction of what Lumpty Dumpty went through.

But it all had a good ending —

just like every true fairy tale should. 🦄