George the Lonely Giant
George the Giant lives alone in his cave.
He is really big but not very brave.
He just wants a friend to have fun with all day,
But no-one wants to join him at play.
The problem is that he’s clumsy and big,
And he has worse manners than your average pig.
The ground always shakes when he stomps his feet,
Causing lots of destruction in every street.
His clothes don’t fit and there are holes in his shoe.
He breaks every chair and most toilet seats too.
He eats too much and burps real loud,
He wants to make friends but is just not allowed.
In the playground George tries to fit in.
“Who wants to play?” he says, with a grin.
He’s too big for the slide and gets really stuck.
He then breaks the swings. What terrible luck.
The angry mayor has a frown on his face.
“Please leave this town. You’re such a disgrace!”
Poor George is not wanted. He feels very sad.
He trudges away, and the townsfolk are glad.
George sits in his cave, on top of the hill.
He looks over the town all alone until
A flickering light fills him with dread.
The town is on fire and it’s starting to spread.
With no time to lose he runs as fast as he can,
To the aid of each child, woman and man.
The ground shakes as he comes to a stop,
At a house that's on fire and is about to go pop.
A boy and a girl are trapped in their room,
Two little scared faces filled with doom.
Mum cries and cries, “Save Tom and Millie!”
“Don’t worry,” says George. “Leave this to me.”
He reaches inside and says to the pair,
“Climb into my arms. I’ll treat you with care.”
The children obey, and George pulls them from danger.
“Thank you,” says mum, to the heroic big stranger.
The fire spreads quick and is far too hot.
The townsfolk are at risk of losing the lot.
Yet George has an idea that could save the day.
He wastes no time and runs to the bay.
Taking a boat from the sea George fills it right up,
With gallons of water, like a giant big cup.
He runs back and forth, time after time,
Pouring water on fire, until all is fine.
Now the flames are out George has saved the town,
And the mayor greets him without a frown.
“Dear George,” he says. “We’d love you to stay,”
And the crowd all cheer, “Hip, hip…hooray!”
George lives in his cave but no longer alone.
The townsfolk visit for tea and a scone.
He has many friends to have fun with all day,
The children all love him…and George loves to play.
Copyright © Andrew Pollard | Year Posted 2018
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