Old Man Emu Poet Rhyme

Party Time

To a birthday party I was invited, 
as an 11 year old I should have been excited.
I really didn't want to go,
the people there I didn't really know.

The day arrived and mum drove me there,
I exited the car with such little flare.
"Those pants your wearing, now they are brand new,
Not to take care of them would never do".

I stood at the gate as mum drove away, 
weighed up my options, should I go or stay.
I could run to the park and play with the gift,
call back later and wait outside for a lift.

Knowing what mum would do if she found me out,
so inside I must go of that there's no doubt.
Once inside I handed over the gift wrapped toy, 
It was tossed onto the couch, the ungrateful boy.

Now I must admit, I was a strange little dude.
I had a problem eating other people's food.
So when lunch was due and at the table we all sat,
I wasn't going to eat at all and that was that.

As I lifted my fork and pushed food around my plate,
The lady said, "you better eat something little mate".
Now was that a threat? or was she being kind?
I better do something fast, a plan had formed in my mind.

A light bulb moment, I could pull a ruse.
The new pants I wore, the pocket were loose.
feigning that I was chewing on my spuds,
they were removed from my fork and into my duds.

The sausages went in next, they were a little tricky.
The gravy that covered them made insertion a little sticky.
In went the peas and a couple of chips,
my front pockets were full and felt wet on my hips.

When I left the party with a bag of lollies to take,
my back pockets were filled with the kids birthday cake.
Finally home, mum yelled, "What all over your new pants?"
Wooden spoon in her hand as around the kitchen we danced.

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Keith Bickerstaffe May 16, 2016 at 3:42 PM HILARIOUS! I've tried the same trick but only with brussels sprouts. I got away with it, (dumping the sprouts in the garden) but I guess you were led a merry chase huh?! Well done Craig! Best wishes, Keith Old Man Emu May 17, 2016 at 3:09 PM Ha ha, Brussels sprouts! Not for human consumption. I did grow out of it thank heavens.

Judy Ball May 1, 2016 at 11:02 PM Brought back memories of my mom and her wooden spoon. Very well expressed with great imagery. It made me smile. God Bless, JB Old Man Emu May 2, 2016 at 1:55 AM Ha Ha Judy, they were a fairly well used item in my house, having 5 other brothers and sisters.

Old Buck April 23, 2016 at 6:44 PM Craig: Those tales are always funnier told years later. :o) Well remembered and well told. Keep them coming. oldbuck Old Man Emu April 23, 2016 at 10:00 PM My sister remembers it better than I. Thanks

Jan Allison April 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM Such vivid imagery it made me smile Craig - but we have to understand unfamilar situations can be traumatic especially for shy children:-( hugs Jan xx Old Man Emu April 10, 2016 at 3:07 PM Thanks for the visit Jan. I see some similar eclectic behaviour in my grand children. When my sister read it she remembered the very day, ha