The Missing Danish
PastriesDown
at the bottom of the garden,
A
Danish Goblin dwelled.
And on, one, hot and
windy day,
He screamed! and then he
yelled!
"Who's stole my Danish Pastries?
And
nicked my strawberry flan?
I'm
undone, quite besides myself,
I, will have to
make a plan."
Our Danish Goblin called his
mates,
Who lived, beneath the
hedge.
He told them of his stolen cakes,
From
off his window ledge.
"I suppose it could be
garden gnomes,
They're all looking kind of
fat."
But Gertie, pushed them all aside,
Me
thinks, it was That
Cat.
The
cat was sitting 'neath the tree,
Cream, all
about her face.
She
eyed the Goblins up and down,
And then, began
the chase.
First they watched the slant, eyed
puss,
Till, her whiskers, began to
quiver.
"Stand aside men!" Gertie
cried,
Whilst I grab her tongue and
liver.
The Goblin swayed, the big cat
strayed-
much closer to her quarry.
She
stretched her paw, with nail and claw,
And
Gertie didn't tarry.
Next up came Bert with his
garden spade,
He swung it round his head,
He
missed the cat, and hit a rat,
Then
toppled down quite dead.
Then, with a grin, the
puss did spin,
Her tail, curled round
her paw.
She
sent them sprawling across the lawn
,
Then made it off towards
the door.
The
Goblins beat, made a hasty retreat,
Then
assembled 'neath the bushes.
With scratches and
bruises from head to toe,
There were no more,
heated rushes.
The Danish Goblins sat quite
still,
Each with their own remorse.
Ne'er
again would they stand the pain,
Of the pussy
cat's, tail and claws.
Gertie decided right
there and then,
That, they all, would take a
pledge.
If they ever made Danish Pastries
again,
They would never, ever, be left, on the
ledge.
Diddily Dee Dot August 2007
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