Last Chance

Just a little something that came into my head after reading some children stories to the kids at St. Francis's pediatric ward.

Little boy blue

Come blow your horn

There something lurking out there,

And it is not the sheep the meadow

Or the cows in the corn.

It has eyes big with terror,

Ears made to search out its prey,

A nose to squarely made to find its dinner,

And a mouth able to eat it down in one big o' bite.

It may huff and puff,

And knock us all down.

So grab your bricks,

Not your hay and sticks, 

Because the beast is waiting for dinner 

And its patience is growing thinner.

Play your song

And maybe it will run along,

And not bother us for now.

Little boy blue

Come blow your horn

It may be the last chance to save our skins,

Or at the very least the hair on chinny chin chins

Author's Note

So a little poem I came up with while volunteering.

Reviews

[Beth Shade]

Very nice and original though a bit of a damper on a few fairy tails and nursery rhymes but who doesn't like a spin on things?

[ANTO]

You cant tell this to the kids at the paediatric ward ZD - not that you would have lol
This is what I would call a 'steam-punk' version of a few nursery rhymes
Its an ingenious idea
bravo

[ZDMusgrove]

Of course I wouldn't. XD

[DoormanDan]

This is a nice write. I enjoyed reading every line of it! It flows great and is quite original. Keep up the great work! :)