Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Dad's Coming Home

Dad’s coming home tomorrow
And he always brings me a present
And my sister, Sally, too
And mum.
But I’m his favourite
And my presents are best
Once he brought home
Two tigers
They were tame tigers
A prince in India
Had tamed them
To hunt flamingos
Using a special method
We rode them on the lawns
Sally rode Saranga
And I rode Rajah
We had three races and I won two
You should have seen us
Flashing and roaring
Orange and black on the green grass
On the winner’s podium
I shook up a bottle of Coke
And sprayed everyone
And even the pigeons
Rose into the sky, applauding


Doda said...

I wonder how he fit them into his hand luggage?

Roger Stevens said...

Very big luggage.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I'm just thinking about the litter tray. Lovely poem though!

Russell Ragsdale said...

When they're scratching about in the litter is does get a bit scary! I know, I was young once and had a hero dad. I love how audible that ending is, Roger, Wonderful!