In an kindly act of kindness Which we sometimes wish to do And Christmas being Christmas We invited Auntie Pru ~ A maiden lady of sixty years Who had never taken a lover The reason why she remained unwed We would very soon discover ~ The bed was far too lumpy The toilet far too far Our little home was lacking Most definitely under par ~ The turkey fat and golden brown In keeping with tradition Auntie stabbed it with her dinner fork And eyed it with suspicion ~ Would you like to see my babies? Asked Mandy with a grin Pushed her self on auntie’s lap Struggling with her tin ~ The lid flew off, the worms fell out Three fat , two a little thinner Desperately wriggling for freedom As they explored poor aunties dinner ~ Now we really shouldn’t have giggled And of course it was unsavoury Seeing Mandy’s wriggly slimy worms Doing backstrokes in the gravy ~ Auntie Pru left that afternoon We tried to make her stay But all in all we enjoyed the rest Of what was left of Christmas day
Im collecting childrens stories for my inpending grandad status and this ones going to the top of the list. Ive never made a penny out of poetry but at least now I can save a bit on buying childrens books lol.
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.