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Posts archive for: 22 November, 2007
  • AN ELEPHANTS MISFORTUNE

    An elephant went for an afternoon stroll,
    Tripped over,fell into a great gaping hole.
    Then deeper and deeper and deeper was sunk,
    Till all you could see was the tip of his trunk.
    As people passed by, poor old Jumbo cried "Please,
    I don't like this hole, it's infested with fleas.
    I need to be rescued, and get on my way,
    Cos I'm going out to the pictures today.
    They're featuring DUMBO, my brother, you know,
    Please do get me out, cos I so want to go".
    A crowd gathered round, and all started to snigger,
    They knew they'd be needing the Worlds biggest digger.
    "It doesn't work weekends, the driver's away,
    And as this is Sunday, you'll just have to stay,
    Where you are till tomorrow, so try not to sink,
    We'll organise someone to bring food and drink.
    But if you don't eat, if you were to lose weight,
    It would help the lifters, and that would be great.
    If you were to get bigger, you'd have to stay stuck,
    And our local council would come in a truck,
    With hot tarmacadam, to fill in your hole,
    And then level it off, you'd be stuck, like a mole.
    Spend the rest of your life, firmly stuck, underground,
    Just because you could not shed a few measly pounds.

    An elephant went for an afternoon stroll,
    Tripped over, fell into a great gaping hole.
    He never was rescued, he's still there to day,
    But at least now his figure is slimmer they say.

  • THE PICNIC

    The day before, the day before,
    The day before today,
    Turned out to be peculiar,
    The morning skies were grey.
    But soon the Sun broke weakly through,
    And overhead turned blue,
    My mother called a meeting to
    Decide what we should do.
    Grand plans were made to picnic in
    A meadow down the lane.
    We'd only just got settled when
    It started on to rain.
    We packed away our hampers with
    Our spirits having dropped.
    No sooner were we home again,
    Than all that raining stopped.
    Blue skies returned, the Sun was back,
    We quickly turned around,
    Went back again to picnic, but
    Unfortunately found,
    Deep puddles where we'd sat before,
    So back we headed home.
    Our afternoon quite ruined, but,
    At least it made a poem.

  • THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

    I always have to wonder
    When I hear a clap of thunder,
    If it's angels up in Heaven breaking wind.

    And when I see forked lightning,
    Which I find extremely frightening,
    Is that God berating angels who've thus sinned?

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