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Engelbert Effleflump put on his disguise
Climbed in his orcetector and rose in the skies

For his mum hated flying and must never know
That Engelbert’s job was in an aerial show

Poor Engelbert hated deceiving his mother
He’d go out of the house under cloud cover

He’d loop the loop in pink polka dot skies
Twirling in his orcetector each time he flies

Over mountains of candy and lollipop trees
Floating on green clouds and lemonade seas

Only children knew his secret, they’d point with delight
Look there goes Engelbert - he’ll be home by midnight!

But disaster happened on one foggy day
Poor Engelbert crashed at a flying display

He was not badly injured -  only his pride
But how could he tell his mother he’d lied

Unable to continue flying he told his mum of his work
When she discovered his secret life, she went BERSERK

She shook her gold furry arms high in the air
Now confined to his room Engelbert did despair

Engelbert begged and he pleaded, but she wouldn’t listen
Tears formed in his orange eyes, oh how they did glisten

That night he decided that he must simply be free
Couldn’t live with his mother – how they did disagree

Next morning he munched on his wigglerly grub
Drank his foaming juice from the chocberry shrub

He announced to his mother that he had a plan
We would get a new job, become a delivery man

Engelbert moved into a chocolate house 
He lives there with his purple pet mouse

His new job lets him work at his own pace 
Delivering dreams to Effleflumps in outer space

* an orcetector is a word that was made up by the little girl I used to be a private nanny to - she was just 2 years old and she couldn't say helicopter. 

Contest:- Children’s story Dr Seuss Style
Sponsor:- Casarah Nance
~awarded 4th place~
08~21~15

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