Nathaniel Bains was a kindly man but had little brains
He was as skinny as a lat
Lived in a small country village
And a bird nested in his tall top hat.
Nathaniel resembled a scarecrow his clothes were well worn and mucky
Although a pleasant man he was born so unlucky
When he was two he fell in a well
And the locals complained because he smelled
When he was three he fell from a tree when he was four he fell on the floor
Poor Nathaniel couldn't do anything right
A walking disaster
But like a good man prayed each night.
When Nathaniel grew up he was nearly seven foot tall
And could peer over the tallest wall
And pick apple off the trees
Until he got stung on the bum by a swarm of bees.
One day in march or may Nathaniel entered a competition
And sent off his entry straight away the prise a cruise
Nathaniel thought he couldn't lose.
Weeks passed by and Nathaniel forgot
If he'd won or not until postman Egbert with letter in hand
Shouted ''Nathaniel''a letters arrived you have won first prize''
Nathaniel never had a letter before and had someone read it by the door.
The village folk were so excited they invited Nathaniel to the squires mansion
And had a ball. hip hip hurrah! our Nathaniel has won a prize and is unlucky no
more went up in a mighty roar.
Nathaniel packed his old tatty suitcase and the village folk went with him to see
him off at the Southampton Docs they waved as the ship set off
But poor Nathaniel wasn't lucky and everyone panicked
It was a prize of a cruise on the Titanic!.
The village folk were so sad he was a pleasant lad and not that bad
They erected a statue in his honour in the town but even that fell down.
Some say sometimes you can still hear Nathaniel whistling as he passes in the
Town after the sun goes down
''Idea came to me in a dream.''
Peter Dome copyright.2014. July.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
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