Final Poem for today

And here is one from one of my favourite writers of cautionary tales



(and suffered a catastrophe of considerable dimensions)


When George’s Grandmamma was told

That George had been as good as gold,

She promised in the afternoon

To buy him an immense BALLOON,


So she did; but when it came, it got into the candle flame

And being of a dangerous sort


with a loud report!


The lights went out! T-he windows broke!

The room was filled with reeking smoke.

And in the darkness shrieks and yells

Were mingled with electric bells,

And falling masonry and groands,

And crunching, as of broken bones,

And dreadful shrieks, when worst of all,

The house itself began to fall!

It tottered, shuddering to and fro,

Then crashed into the street below-

Which happened to be Saville Row.



When help arrived, among the dead


Cousin Mary,

Little Fred,

The footmen

(both of them),

The Groom,

The man that cleaned the Billiard-Room,

The Chaplain and

The Still-Room Maid.

And I am dreadfully afraid

The Monsieur Champignon, the Chef

Will now be

Permanently deaf.

And both his Aides

are much the same;

While George, who was in part to blame,

Received, you will regret to hear,

A nasty lump

behind the ear!



The moral is that little boys

Should not be given dangerous toys!!

By Hilaire Belloc

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