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| Solomon Scupper This is the tale of Solomon Scupper Sent up to bed with nothing for supper For doing something really quite awful Opening the jam and stealing a pawful Locking the cat in the washing machine Spreading the budgie with stork margarine Nailing the dog by its tail to the floor And various deeds we should all deplore. Alone in the gloom of his little room Death by starvation his probable doom He could hear the grown-ups eating downstairs: Kippers and custard and chocolate eclairs Barbecued slug and fillet of spider Ladybird beer and beetle-juice cider Grasshopper pie and centipede puddies Dragonfly mousse and other such goodies. In vain to protest, in vain to grumble He listened for hours to his tummy rumble Hunger pangs growing stronger and stronger Until, unable to stand it much longer, He nibbled his nail right down to the quick And finding the taste seemed to do the trick Decided to try a finger or two (For he new he had ten and could spare a few) And to his delight they tasted quite nice Surprisingly sweet with a hint of spice. His hand was nice, too, and so was his arm And, since he thought he could come to no harm, On he went right up to his shoulder All the time getting bolder and bolder Until both arms were gone. Still not replete He gnawed on his toes and nibbled his feet Right up to the ankles and on to the knees Then up to the thighs and after these, Done with his bottom he started his top He was so delicious he couldn't stop... The sun rose up and brought a new day And with it his mother with food on a tray. She mounted the stairs and tapped on his door Expecting to hear his familiar snore Expecting to see his dear little head Asleep on the pillow, tucked up in bed BUT... Alas and Alack! It was not to be For the sight that met her was ghastly to see: All that was left of poor Solly Scupper Was a pair of jaws - lower and upper With teeth that were set in a horrible grin There on the floor when his mother went in. |
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The Goat of Many Colours Poem for Children |
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