Nathaniel Bains

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.