Tommy's Dreadful Dream
Tommy was sleeping like a top
When to his great amazement
An
angry duck with knife and fork
Came tapping at his casement.
Be off, be
off, you savage bird
Or else I'll call my mother.
The duck replied in
hollow tones
Why did you eat our brother?
He tried to struggle with his legs
But they were tightly
tied
Likewise his arms and also hands
So fight within him died.
He
thought of all the fun he'd had
When sailing with his boat
And loved to
see the little ducks
That always seemed to float.
I'll never eat roast duck again
Cried Tommy loudly
wailing,
And I will feed them every time
They're on the water
sailing.
It is too late, replied the duck,
The oven's hot and
ready
And I will baste you with my spoon
To keep the cooking
steady.
They layed him neatly in the pan
With tiny dabs of
dripping
And danced around the red hot coals
With appetites so
willing.
The oven door was opened wide
And Tommy screamed and
screamed.
But found his mother by his side
"It was a dream you
dreamed."
written by Ruby Bullock
Authors required!
Please would you write some poems to go in a St George's Book of Verse. The poem above is an example of what we need!
Your poem can be short or long, by old or young, sonnet form or blank verse.
The published book will then go on sale for Church Funds.
Works to be submitted to Jane Rice-Oxley, Glendene, Hambledon Road, Denmead, telephone 01705 263576.
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