Louise was everso fussy about leaves,
for she liked them so fresh and quite juicy.
All the better to keep her nimble and slim
not too heavy like big sister Lucy.
She'd found new patch of fresh dandies
past the daffs and out under the hedge.
Down a concrete path that hurt her feet
thru a gate propped shut with a wedge.
Munch and crunch she'd chew all day
unaware of what else was around
when all of a sudden her ears went up
for she had heard a very strange sound.
Scramble and scrunch and snuffly sniff
sure enough somethings coming her way,
and - oh cor crikey - it came into view saying
"I am Roland the Hedgehog, good day!"
Oh my, oh my, what a very strange chap
not at all the sort of fellow she likes.
For, although he seemed very respectable,
he was covered all over in spikes!
"Good morning dear mr hedgehog"
said louise whilst sniffing a rose
she'd noticed Rolands cutest of eyes
and his wiggle-de-piggle-de nose.
"I don't suppose you have seen" he began
"a tortoise with a big yellow brolly
of dearie oh me, seems ive lost him you see,
we were chased that big next doors' collie".
Now Louise had been chased by that collie
but she could run just as fast as could be.
Just as well cos collie chased all that he saw
from his kennel below the oak tree.
With her wibbley nose, her bobbley tail
and ears so fine and so long,
Louise had captured poor Rolands heart
and he began to sing her this song.
" Oh Louise sweet bunny from under the hedge
with your whiskers so fine and so smart
would you dance with this spikey young hedgehog
for i'm afraid you've stolen my heart "
They danced on the lawn by the patio
to the coo of a blue turtle dove
and louise the rabbit was swept off her feet
having fallen so deeply in love.
The snails and the doormice applauded.
Four squirrels all danced in a ring.
The tortoishell cat threw up his top hat
and they all began to sing.
" hoo-rah, hoo-rah, for spike and miss bunny
for they dance together so well.
We do declare there is love in the air
and to where it shall lead who can tell "
The gerbil and the chihuahua
had prepared an impromptu meal,
there was lobster and flounder
and a beef quarter pounder
and of course a large jellied eel.
The drinks were provided by Muriel
and a cocker-poo spaniel called Tosh.
There was bubbly coke to tickle the throat
and plenty of cold orange squash.
As the shadows began to grow longer
the owl played a flute in the tree
and standing before sweet lulu his love
Roland hedgehog went down on one knee.
"I know that im not a rich hedgehog
and I dont have many comforts in life,
i'm asking you meekly, for I love you so deeply
Louise would you please be my wife"
The smile that then greeted young Roland
gave each of his spikes such a thrill.
There was no diguise, the love in her eyes
she said "yes my dear Roland I will"
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I think we could all do with a bit of light relief in these very troubled times. Heres a bit of fun from a couple of years ago, written with my grandchildren in mind.
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Comments7
Beautiful writing .. how lovely ! Really like your words and so true children would love this ,
Thanks Rose, this was such fun to write once i got going. One day I hope i will be able to write a sequel.
So glad you enjoyed it . I’ve tried writing a few short stories before , based on prompts
reading these words
felt like that initial dive
in-to a cool outside pool
see, for a while
you're lost to the world
deep within water's, fantastical realms
and you kick deeper
from line to stanza
till, far too quickly
you're back up for air, and reality
and that otherworldly sensation
is lost, till
you next, dip
into poetic ink
that can transform you there
once again...
a great read! thanks Dusk
Thank you LBM. Your comments remind me of the mental state i had to be in to write this. It was such fun.
I was going to have a go - you actually did a rhymer...hypoc...nah, you would only claim it as a nursery rhyme, albeit a little extended...
Love 'em - keep 'em coming - they make me remember being young, so very long ago (sigh).
I've done quite a few rhymers though. For kids especially you have to use rhyme I think. This one just shows us all we are big kids at heart, me especially.
This is such a great and fun read dusk. Thank you so much for sharing🍻🌞🕊
Glad you enjoyed it, it's become one of my favourites i must admit.
this is amazing DA .. precisely what kids both want and need .. and wots more, it is simply crying out to be made into a children's book ............... Neville
The first time i posted this you made very similar comments. I would publish it, along with other kiddies stuff, if there was an easy way. Thanks again Neville.
I think Lulu has hit the jackpot with young, Roland, and I'm dying to see the offspring. Got my eye on, Muriel, the drinks' provider though, she's the real hero.
Methinks you've got your eye on that beef quarter pounder before the cocker poo spaniel gets it. One day i'll find the inspiration to write a sequel I hope. Thank you Paul.
Wonderful write d a us children of all ages enjoyed this.
Andy
Yes I'm expecting you to produce something along the lines of "tales of the riverbank" for your grandchildren to bring a smile to all ages. Maybe Debussy's "Golliwogs Cakewalk" will inspire you.
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