Dirty Beasts

In terror to the potting-shed,

And tried to make himself obscure

Behind a pile of horse-manure.

But ant-eater came sneaking in

(Already it was much less thin)

And said to Roy, “You little squirt,

“I think I’ll have you for dessert.”

The Porcupine

Each Saturday I shout “Hooray!”

For that’s my pocket-money day,

(Although it’s clearly understood

I only get it when I’m good.)

This week my parents had been told

That I had been as good as gold,

So after breakfast 50p

My generous father gave to me.

Like lightning down the road I ran

Until I reached the sweet-shop man,

And bought the chocolates of my dreams,

A great big bag of raspberry creams.

There is a secret place I know

Where I quite often like to go,

Beyond the wood, behind some rocks,

A super place for guzzling chocs.

When I arrived, I quickly found

A comfy-looking little mound,

Quite clean and round and earthy-brown

Just right, I thought, for sitting down.

Here I will sit all morning long

And eat until my chocs are gone.