Funny Poems for Children
By Josie Whitehead
Your poor Granddad’s had such a terrible fright:
The ghosties on posties have chased him all night.
They wanted to catch him to make Granddad stew,
And when he screamed out – well, wherever were you?
Your poor Granddad’s had such a terrible night:
He rode on his nightmare, all dressed in white.
Through cities and countryside both of them flew.
He tried to escape – but wherever were you?
Well he’s learned a hard lesson, of that I am sure,
And what Granddad did, he’ll not do any more.
If he’d not eaten cheese before going to bed,
The ghosts might have chased . . . . . . .
your poor Granny instead.
H E L P !
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