Freckleberry LaneA Poem by ForgottenFor the Knock my Seuss of Competition
There once was a house upon Freckleberry lane,
Alone lived an old man with a knobbly cane, With his wrinkled old face and long crooked nose, He'd say 'This is the lane that nobody goes, No man nor lady not even a child, Would stumble on up to the Freckleberry wilds' For this was not just an ordinary neighbourhood, As it was lost in the midst of the Freckleberry woods. He sat back in his large wooden rocking chair, And scratch upon his head where there used to be hair, When all of a sudden there came a great knock, Louder than the sound of the grandfathers tock, 'How strange' he exclaim 'This just couldn't be, A visitor has come out here and is knocking for me' He stood from his chair from his knees a great creak, And up to the door did the old man sneak. 'Nobodies home!' He cried as loud as could be, 'But sir' a voice snivelled, 'I've injured me knee' 'Go on get out of here, scram! I have no time for a young child's scams' It then went silent indeed it went still, 'One to me' He spoke 'And to the child nill' He then turned around and heard a grand old crack, The old man was soon found there on his back. The floorboard came loose and he fell to the ground, As he body hit he sounded a loud old pound, 'Help!' he cried out, 'help me I'm stuck' Expecting the young boy to get him out of this muck, But no-one did come and now he rests nice and sound, Yet in his house all alone and not in the ground.
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5 Reviews Added on July 4, 2014 Last Updated on July 4, 2014 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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