Jack and Jill were good friends as I'm guessing you will know
But going up a beanstalk wasn't the smartest way to go,
Well in the story it wasn't but in this one it's great
Because at the top of the beanstalk was the annual fairytale fate,
The wolf can't climb, of course, so had to stay behind
And red riding hoodies cloak was stolen by three bears, but never mind,
They all climbed up the beanstalk and had a proper party
The Queens had a go at musical thrones whilst the woodcutter did karate,
But Humpty played the banjo, sat upon the wall
Then Humpty fell off (typical) we just knew he'd have to fall,
Thumbelina, she was watching from the bottom of the stalk
And red riding hood's chewed up grandmother was full of nervous talk,
Humpty shot past all the birds then waved to the window cleaner
Not so good for the girl beneath as he squished poor Thumbelina!
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My poems
PoetryHere are some poems I've just written in my spare time. Some aren't very good but it was just for fun so I hope they're O.K. Some are from when I was littler but others are quite recent. I suppose they are maybe aimed at kids. Enjoy!
