Poem – The Sleepy Giant

My age is three hundred and seventy-two, And I think, with the deepest regret, How I used to pick up and voraciously chew The dear little boys whom I met. I’ve eaten them raw, in their holiday suits; I’ve eaten them curried with rice; I’ve eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots, And found…

Poem – Eletelephony

Once there was an elephant, Who tried to use the telephant. No! No! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone. (Dear me! I am not certain quite That even now I’ve got it right.) Howe’er it was, he got his trunk Entangled in the telephunk. The more he tried to get it…

Poem – The Spider and the Fly

“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, “‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve a many curious things to shew when you are there.” “Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is…

Poem – Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. ‘Where are you going, and what do you wish?’ The old moon asked the three. ‘We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of…

Poem – The Months

https://youtu.be/TPns1gOdBZ0 January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies,…

Poem – Escape at Bedtime

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about, There were thousands of millions of stars. There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars…

Poem – What is Pink?

What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain’s brink. What is red? A poppy’s red In its barley bed. What is blue? The sky is blue Where the clouds float through. What is white? A swan is white Sailing in the light. What is yellow? Pears are yellow, Rich and ripe and mellow.…

Poem – The Language of Cat

Teach me the language of Cat; the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare, a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss. Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air. Teach my ears the way to ignore names that I’m called. May they only twitch to the distant shake of a boxful of biscuits, the clink…

Poem – The Quangle Wangle’s Hat

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide, With ribbons and bibbons on every side And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace, So that nobody ever could see…

Poem – It Was Long Ago

I’ll tell you, shall I, something I remember? Something that still means a great deal to me. It was long ago. A dusty road in summer I remember, A mountain, and an old house, and a tree That stood, you know, Behind the house. An old woman I remember In a red shawl with a…