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
4 comments:
I wonder how he fit them into his hand luggage?
Very big luggage.
I'm just thinking about the litter tray. Lovely poem though!
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!
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