Here is a children’s poem wot I did.
There once was a crab who lived under a rock.
He had a nice sofa and a grandfather clock.
It was big and proud
And ticked ever so loud
And stood atop an ornate marble block.
The crab was called Dave and he was ever so brave,
For he once fought a giant called Ned.
Ned was huge and ugly to see,
And refused to let good people be.
A tattered old cap sat atop his big head
And he needed nine mattresses to make up his bed.
He’d growl and he’d roar and with one rumbling snore,
He could shake the whole Earth to its molten rock core.
He wore no shoes for his feet were too big,
And weighed him down when he did his giant’s jig.
But he wore one large and heavy and ever so smelly
Polyester and cotton blend sock.
It may sound silly, or come as a shock,
But the one thing he feared was a grandfather clock.
Ned came thundering along the beach one morn,
Swinging his club and blowing a big brass horn.
And anyone he should chance to meet,
Narrowly avoiding being crushed by his feet,
He’d bend over and shout right in their face:
“Get out of my way, make some space!
Get off my beach right now I say.
This is not a place for children to play.
I shall smash any sand castles on my way to the sea,
And anyone that should try to join me, I shall gobble them
Up – I’ll eat them for my tea!”
Now Dave worked nights, so was attempting to sleep.
He’d never been in a fight and this record he wanted to keep,
But a rude man eating giant was something he could not abide,
This brutish bully he would not let slide.
So Dave poked his head out from beneath his rock,
He strolled up to Ned’s tattered and horrible sock
And gave his toes one heck of a pinch.
But the giant did not move not even one inch.
Ned scooped up Dave and looked him in the eye
And said “Silly crab, I will make you cry!”
He gave a big laugh and he raised his club,
“any last words before I make you blub?”
“Yes,” said Dave as of his life he took stock,
“Please take good care of my grandfather clock.”
Ned paused and he spluttered, he stammered and stuttered,
He whimpered and shivered until at last he muttered:
“don’t mention them or I’ll knock of your block.”
Dave said “Just listen, you might hear a tick-tock.”
Ned pricked up his ears and listen he did,
And from under the rocks from where it hid
He could hear those doleful tones of the grandfather clock,
He could hear every tick and every tock.
Dave, well he couldn’t believe his luck,
And like a chicken he began to cluck
“Mr. Giant I don’t mean to mock,
But imagine being scared of an old silly clock.”
Ned dropped Dave back onto the sand
And covered one ear with one very big hand,
And said “never again will I come to this land!
Get away Mr. Crab, get back under your rock,
Attend to that terrifying grandfather clock.
One second it ticks and another it tocks
It never ends and it never stops
The tolling of hours, oh that nasty chime,
The constant plodding of unending time!
It makes me shiver, it makes me feel cold,
Reminding me that one day I’ll be old!”
And with that Ned left never to return,
All the beach goers need fear now
Is a spot of sunburn.
So, when next on the beach,
Give Dave a thought,
Should there be a giant you need to thwart,
Make sure a grandfather clock is in reach.
There weren’t that nice? My collection of ridiculous and utterly pointless short stories is currently free to download, so if you don’t you’re a fool.