Annie

 Little Annie loved the park

She'd often wander after dark

Through the thick cold London smog

Barely seeing through the fog.

 

In a sack she dragged a rat

Mauled to death by next doors cat

On she dragged the little sack

Looking for things to take back

 

She was not a normal child

And when told off she simply smiled

And went up to her room to play

With the dead things she'd found that day.

 

Her parents brought her normal toys

And begged she played with girls and boys

She drove them crazy, round the bend

When she explained they were her friends

 

She didn't mind they were all stiff

She didn't even mind the niff

Although they couldn't move or walk

She'd very often hear them talk.

 

Grown up Georgie loved the park 

He'd often wander after dark

He saw poor Annie all alone

And decided he'd take her home

 

He placed Annie in her seat

His tea party now complete

Her skin was cold, she couldn't see

The other friends there for their tea

 

His friends sat at his table

Three girls and four boys

He emptied Annie's little sack

Appalled by her strange toys.

 

He didn't mind they were all stiff

He didn't even mind the niff

Although they couldn't move or walk

He'd very often hear them talk

 

Reviews

[LeahMichaels♥]

I love the simple rhyming scheme, it was steady and easy to read. The imagery that you used was fantastic though minimal and simplistic.

I love the way you flipped the poem round, the little girl was very interesting to start with and I started to wonder the point behind the little girl being fasinated with dead things.

You twisted it round and it made me feel a little sick inside, there is a very blunt point to this poem and I think it is very sharp because of that. There is very strong emotion and meaning behind this. I am very intrigued to read more of your wrinting.

Well done this was inspiring and maybe I should take a leaf out of your book and look at my writing in a completely different way. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.