Nonsense Verses For My Children

When the frost is on the pumpkin and in blossom’s the pawpaw, Then a mighty herd of yoghurt comes thundering through the draw, And all the birds in cages get out their aerosol To spray the passing yoghurt, and catch them as they fall.

When the clams are wet with ardor, and all card-carrying krill Dance at their union gala in tuxedoes, as they will, On vacation hard-worked pinnipeds try their best to get away, And the whales come up like thunder on the trams to Baffin Bay.

When the schools are closed forever and education’s rife, Then you, my child, my soul, I hope, will graduate to life; When the gloaming gleams with wonder and awake the day dreams love, As your father loved Sharonah, and the hand longs for the glove.