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Rhyme or Reason

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“BABYDOLL” Her true story

Born premature and tiny – you fragile little mite,
Will you still be here by morning or will I lose you in the night?

I dried you and tucked you under your mummy’s arm
To keep you warm and safe from harm.

Oh so small – but your mum knows you are there,
It’s the best place for you – safe in her care.

You clung like a limpet – onto a teat,
And you tread and tread – with your tiny feet.

Hold tight little baby – be strong and fight
And I will watch over you – all through the night.

As each day goes by – and you are still here,
My hopes are built up – they diminish my fear.

Ten days old – you’ve made seventy-three grammes,
You blissfully unaware – how happy I am.

I don’t quite remember – when I gave you your name,
But dear little BABYDOLL – it suits all the same.

Four weeks old – just look at you WOW!!
It’s hard to recall how tiny you were – now.

Playing with litter mate – having fun,
Chasing a toy mouse – just look at you run.

You eat with such gusto – your tummy so fat,
You’ll grow to be enormous – if you carry on like that.

At eight weeks I weighed you – guess what I found?
Dear little BABYDOLL – you weighed a whole pound!

We have visitors now – kittens being booked,
BABYDOLL won the hearts – of everyone who looked.

At thirteen weeks – kittens are leaving home,
Some going in pairs and some on their own.

Will BABYDOLL be going – oh no not she,
My precious little BABYDOLL – will stay here with me.
(J. Colin, Chatham)


Dirty work at the cat show

This brown Burmese of mine,
I’m gonna make him shine.
With Cherry Blossom brown
I’ll brush him up and down,
to achieve the lustre
that only that can muster.

And when he’s got the sheen,
that really makes him gleam.
Then with him I will go
to enter in the show,
in which I do surmise
that he will win First Prize.
(T. Tantram, Great Bookham)


Only Joking!!

A firefighter is working on the engine outside the station when he notices a little girl next door in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl is wearing a firefighter’s helmet. The wagon is being pulled by her dog and her cat.

The firefighter walked over to take a closer look.

“That’s a really nice fire truck,” the firefighter says with admiration. “Thanks,” the girl says.

The firefighter looks a little closer and notices the girl has tied the wagon to her dog’s collar and to the cat’s testicles.

“Little girl,” the firefighter says, “I don’t want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat’s collar too, I think you could go faster.”

The little girl replies thoughtfully, “You’re probably right, but then I wouldn’t have a siren.”
(M. Green, Nottingham)