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The Little Princess.

Sorry to bring the standard down but I wrote this for my grandchildren and it makes me laugh. 

He had a rather disagreeable bump

On his nose

And curly, wurly 

Turned up toes


His hair was quite lank

And my ...

How his steamy breath stank!


It’s quite possible 

He’d eaten a skunk

And god only knows

What he’d drunk!


He wobbled a bit

When he walked

And dribbled a lot

When he talked


His name

Was Horace bum breath

But he liked to be called

The Little Princess!


He’d visit at night

When the light

Wasn’t bright 

And he would always give me

A terrible fright!


He drizzled with snot

Right into my cot

And he farted …

A lot!  


By morning

He’d gone

I just wish I could say

The same thing …

For his pong!








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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sun 11th Jun 2023 17:57

Well done Clare.
It takes some doing to connect with a child's view of the world.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 11th Jun 2023 16:43

Right up my street, Clare, farts & snot! Top notch poetry! 👏

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Russell Jacklin

Sun 11th Jun 2023 10:51

that's become one of my favourites. Thank you for Horace Bum Breath.😁

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Sun 11th Jun 2023 10:16

what would this world be without the occasional spoonful of humorous sugar that helps the medicine go down

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kJ Walker

Sun 11th Jun 2023 07:22

If owt you have lifted the standard.
It's not easy writing for children.
I bet they loved this.

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