Tommy TrumpA Poem by DAVE WALTONAbout a boy with bad wind.There was a lad called Tommy Trump He trumped both night and day His trumps were so incredibly strong He blew things far away The smell was so horrendous His friends all wore a mask And tried to stay down wind of him For fear of being gassed Tommy always wanted A balloon trip way up high To float up in the clouds and stuff To soar across the sky So one fine day in summer Tommy and his friends All booked their places on a trip To finally ascend They all climbed in the basket And slowly up they flew High above the countryside They had a smashing view They kept on rising higher Through the atmosphere When the pilot shouted out Ho no oh no oh dear Flying fast towards them Was a bird with a sharp black beak It hit the balloon with such a force It made their legs go weak The pilot said we’re done for We’re sure to crash and die Tommy said give me some
room I have a plan to try Tommy pulled his trousers down And trumped with all his might Filling up the big balloon And stopped them losing height The balloon filled up And descended down As safely as can be Tommy was a hero Everyone agreed. The trumping power Of Tommy Trump Had come to save the day Preventing a catastrophe His friends had come to say So if you go ballooning Take Tommy Trump with you For if you get a puncture He’ll be there to keep you safe Trumping big and strong But always take your gas mask For there’s sure to be a pong © 2015 DAVE WALTONReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 14, 2015 Last Updated on October 14, 2015 AuthorDAVE WALTONleicester, United KingdomAboutI write funny poetry - makes me laugh anyway! more..Writing
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