I did this for Write On 2016 few months ago.
Four very short and three very tall.
All of them sitting on an old brick wall.
Jumping over and into a red timberbarn.
Two to one plank! Come hither! Come hither!
One to the small plank! They stole all the timber!
In comes the manager, but it doesn’t matter.
They’ve fled and they’ve turned a corner!
The manager runs and crashes into a bin.
Wow, what a terrible mess he’s in!
Banana skin and a cod’s fin.
Oh, the things that lurk in that dusty bin!
Matted hair and wonky tie,
Remains of the once-clean manager-but sly.
Kiddies kept running , couldn’t stop,
Till’ they heard horse hooves go clip-clop .
A carriage, so fine, that was coming toward them,
Almost, almost, almost ran over them.
The driver shouts, ” I almost ran over you!”
The kids yell back, “We escaped that , that’s true!”
But the driver is the manager, he is.
The kids scream, “That’s not fair! Why didn’t you tell us this?”
“That was my assistant! You still have me to defeat!”
Zo Ee @ 8 years old (13-Aug-2016)