THE UNLUCKY SAILOR

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

There once was a sailor who was very sick,

Because he swallowed a pointy stick,

Which went down his neck,

He simply couldn’t get back onto deck,

Poor old, poor old Nick.

When the ship arrived at the harbour,

He met a barber,

Who offered help.

But Nick gave a yelp,

So, he went to an archer.

The archer was called Mark,

In his shop it was very dark,

Mark handed Nick a bow,

Which Nick dropped on his toe,

So, he went to a lady called Clarke.

She happened to be a doctor,

And it really shocked her,

How unlucky Nick was,

When a hundred cars,

Knocked her.

And so, to this day,

It wasn’t OK,

For Nick,

From that very first stick,

But that’s the way,

It is.

(Emma Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter), 2/12/2018)