dreambeast poems
inspirational poems, art & stories for kids by mark bird ...
Timothy Grimothy
Timothy Grimothy – grimy and grim
He’d not had a shower all year
And only one bath
He’d had for a laugh
Submerged in baked beans and stale beer
Timothy Grimothy – started to reek
His friends wore big pegs on their noses
Not choosing a cure
He rolled in manure
Which squelched between all of his toeses
Timothy Grimothy – no more friends left
Just one mate remained - Mudpie Sally
But even she fled
On seeing the spread
Of sprouts twisting out of his belly
Timothy Grimothy – crannies and nooks
Completely been sealed with the grime
Two earfuls of wax
One bum without cracks
A nose jammed with bogeys and slime
Timothy Grimothy – huge ball of filth
The sludge seeping into his blood
Then getting much bigger
A J.C.B digger
Thought he was a great mound of mud
Timothy Grimothy – Mama screamed “NO!”
Ran over to save her poor child
She dug in the dirt
Found pieces of shirt
Two eyeballs both staring and wild
Timothy Grimothy – crumbled to bits
His mama she reached for the spade
Packed him in sacks
And carried him back
To fertilise lilies she’d laid
Timothy Grimothy – nose, lips and all
Eternally glad how it ended
Decomposing with slugs
And lots of dead bugs
Dissolved in the earth as intended
Timothy Grimothy – centuries on
The lilies had died long ago
Instead a new breed
Of flowery weed
In hundreds of thousands had grown
'The Timothy Grimothy Yucky-Muck Plant'
With eyeballs that stared from each flower
But down they would sink
To the ground and then wink
At even a slight chance of showers
©2009 Mark Bird
in the bath - lemon jelly
