They live in Wibbly Wobbly land

Where the hills are peppermint green

The trees are striped with custard piped

With leaves of clotted cream

 

The roads are paved with chocolate squares

White lines are milky bars

The blue of the sky is blueberry pie

While sugar cubes twinkle like stars

 

The jelly elves live in pastry homes

With clear mint windows and liquorice locks

Take a few licks of the fancy red bricks

They’re made from holiday rocks

 

Buses are painted with strawberry jam

Cars fashioned from toffee slabs

Biscuit based bikes and treacly trikes

Yellow honeycomb built the cabs

 

Now these little sweeties are everywhere

Just watching the children play

They’re very sad if you’re really bad

And your tantrums will send them away

 

They’ll return when you’re really good

With happiness shining through

So be good and kind and you will find

Them dancing jigs round you.

Now Tommy was a teabag

Who was feeling very brown

Now that’s part of the problem

Why he was very down

 

Tommy, he was square and neat

Like teabags used to be

Until the Ad-Men said “Oh No!”

Round bags are best for tea

 

So Tommy sat upon the shelf

Forgotten, lost and sad

The days of the square teabags

Were the best he ever had

 

Until one day young Aaron

A little boy aged three

Came running to the kitchen

To see what was for tea

 

He spied our little hero

Looking square and thin

He cried “Can I have that teabag?”

I’ll pour the water in.”

 

“Oh no” said his Mother

“I’ll make the tea for you

The water is a tad too hot

For a little boy like you.”

 

 

So Tommy ended his young life

Happy, full of joy

He provided the best cup of tea

For a three year old young boy.

 

 

 

AWEEK OF CHILDRENS STORIES AND POEMS ESPECIALLY FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GRANDAUGHTERS KEELEY AND MOLLY AND MY HANDSOME GRANDSON JACK!!!

LOVE YOU

NANNY

xxxxxooooo

MEMORIES

 

Sweat gathers on his brow

He looks round now

Signals to the band

And starts to sing

 

A hush falls all around

There isn’t any sound

They’ve come to hear the man

To hear The King

 

He strides across the stage

Pauses long enough to gaze

At the appreciative crowd

His songs can bring

 

To some he’s like a brother

To others the perfect lover

To his vast array of fans he’s everything

 

Elvis, I’m still grieving

So sudden was your leaving

Heart and soul in sorrow

Unending

 

Although you may be gone

Your music will live on

The happiness it brings

Continuing

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,ELVIS!