TONY DEES
Child In the Adult - Adult in the Child
The GoosGog
One day, a long, long, long, long, longlong time ago
Past the bottom of our garden
At the end of our wood,
At the end of the world
Lived the GoosGog.
Ugly, scaryhairy, squashy and green,
The most famous eater of children
The world had ever seen.
He loved their sweet young flavour
But ballooned a bloated tum
And the temper tantrums lengthened
On his long, foul smelling tongue
In the end he couldn’t move
Only weaker did he grow
But no one cried when GoosGog died
They were glad to see him go.
And he’s long, long, longgone Mummy
How scared should I really be?
The worlds still full of Gooseberries,
My friends all love ice cream,
So buy the lot and serve them hot
We’ll eat him up for tea!
Croc Shock
A croc just ate my frock, It really was a shock.
Regurgitated out past a very long, sharp snout.
I can’t believe my luck that inside nothing stuck.
And if you ask if crocs are gay?
Without a doubt I’ll shout it out,
That their most definitely not!
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Though, having said that perhaps not not.
Guess what’s landed with a thud in the stomach heaving mud?
Is it male or female croc in a skirt that simply rocks?
We will have to wait and see if you can bare to wait for tea?
And though I’m sure the look would look much better off on me,
Up a tree is where I really want to be.
Not A Lot To Ask
Yes, it is a lot to ask
To stand still for just a minute
Keep arms down by my side
Stop everything I’m doing
I’ll stand still, start pretending
That I’m praying for the soldiers
While my nose has started itching
And my feet are getting colder
As I look up at my grown-up
Pull their coat to get attention
Like the pull cord in our bathroom
No one’s home, the light’s not working
I’m so bored now, is it over?
Been here hours, not a minute
Got no iPhone, I’m so hungry
And I really have to go now!
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Maybe memorise a poem
That will last for just a minute
Perform it for the school
On stage next month at Christmas
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But it’s not about me is it?
There were children in the poppies
If I get to be a grown-up
I will tell one child this poem
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So, thank you for my freedom
And the chance in just a minute
Every year to bring them back home
In the minds of all the living
No, it’s not a lot to ask
To stand still for just a minute
Lay my arms down by my side
And stop everything I’m doing!