Poems
THE TEST
'Can you tell Stork from butter?'
Grandma said to her sons.
'Course we can!' the three replied,
so she went to butter buns.
'This is it!' the first one cried
holding his bun in the air.
'No it isn't,' Gran replied
plonking down in her chair.
'I've got the Stork!'
the second one yelled,
waving his bun aloft.
'No you haven't,' Grandma said,
'I have! It's nice and soft!'
'Well I must have it'
the third son said
munching away at his bun.
'Yes, this is it'
he confidently smirked.
Grandma looked at her son.
Silence reigned
not a word did she utter,
then confided to them
‘They were all spread with butter.’
She went to go out
when they refused to talk,
'It's not my fault
I ran out of Stork'.
By Beryl Lomas