Saturday, February 18, 2012


asks for a VERY short story!


I'm sure that's your Aunt Ada
The black sheep that flew the coop.
Don't you remember! She absconded
And went off and joined a circus troupe?
(140 characters)

(A Poem for Children)

It was the day of the Birdland Fair;
All the birds from the woods were there.
There were swings and roundabouts by the lake
And a competition for
The Best Bird Cake.
Every bird had done its best,
Working away in its kitchen-nest,
Where birds all go to stir and bake
And try to make the
The Best Bird Cake.
Tilly Titmouse said 'Mine is best!
Mine is the one that will pass the test!
All the others are merely fake!
Mine for sure is the
The Best Bird Cake.'
And, certainly, it was very grand,
With bright pink icing on every hand,
Tilly wasn't prepared to give and take
When it came to judging the
The Best Bird Cake.
Tilly joined in the great parade
To show the judges what she'd made.
Oh yes, oh yes, there was no mistake;
Tilly's, for certain, was
The Best Bird Cake.
But pride must come before a fall.
Her cake was heavy and wide and tall.
It began to shudder and then to shake!
It fell on the ground,
That Best Bird Cake!
A little black bird, who had made a bun,
Showed the judges what she had done.
Though she was only a humble crake
She won the prize for
The Best Bird Cake.

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