For Children and Others
If you’ve washed your clothes, and they’re still wringing wet,
Don’t put them on! You mustn’t wear them yet!
No, hang them on the line, and you’ll learn why
It’s best when laundry ends by being dry.
Someone in every family photograph
Has moved his head, or blinked, or had to laugh.
Sister may be a blur, Great-Aunt a smear,
And Uncle, too, is frequently unclear.
Funambulists are acrobats who dare
To walk on tightropes high up in the air,
While we look up at them, enthralled and thrilled,
And hope that they won’t tumble and be killed.
In what they do, I’m sure there’s lots of fun,
So long as they remember how it’s done.
In a flower bed, the ranks of bright-faced plants
Look like a choir that’s singing hymns and chants
And psalms and Christmas carols. That’s how come
We find an anthem in chrysanthemum.
When faced with anything I loathe and fear,
I try to grit my teeth and persevere,
But there’s one gritty thing I just can’t stand —
A sandwich that is halfway full of sand.
There seems to be a camel in Camelot.
Does it belong there? Absolutely not.
Wouldn’t Sir Galahad have been a chump
To ride some desert animal with a hump?
King Arthur’s knights went forth to do their deeds
Mounted exclusively on trusty steeds.
When a cool gust comes in August, people cheer,
Because that month’s the muggiest of the year.
The eland is an antelope whose horns
Are twisty-looking like the unicorn’s.
He’s found in Africa – and in Ireland, too,
Where he has quarters at the Dublin zoo.
Another antelope, the gnu, is found
Inside a pignut. Falling to the ground,
The pignut opens, and out pops the gnu.
I don’t believe a word of it, do you?