Tonight is the Summertime Poetry Competition! I though I would celebrate that with me entry in the spring competition, which went away and won the whole thing. Hooray!
Spring cleaning
The sunny days of spring arrive The Shire wakes from winter's rest The flowers bloom and hobbits thrive When heavy clothes are stuffed in chests
But there are some who dread this time The children fear their parents' wrath To wash away all winter grime They have ter take their springtime bath
A tub is rolled into the yard And scary things are laid beside A bar of soap, a scrub so hard It scrapes the dirt clean off yer hide
The worried eyes of hobbits small The preparations give them chills And when they hear their parents call They scream and run into the hills
And so the race is on again All hobbit children run away Their parents sigh with clear disdain Then chase their little filthy prey
The children hide in bush and tree Behind their neighbour's brandy cask But even though they weep and plea They soon are caught and brought to task
But still there is a missing child Determined not to soak in foam Much better here out in the wild There is no way she's going home!
But hobbit parents have their ways To find one smelling like a hog And so another joins the race When they release the tracking dog!
So through the field and into wood The child and dog run all the way And though outcome can't be good No better fun for both today
But tired now the lassie feels When running by the blooming flowers The dog is nipping at her heels And she has had no food fer hours!
When running past a nearby farm She trips and stumbles down the hill Five piglets squealing with alarm As she dives headfirst in their swill
A dripping reeking lassie small No mercy now, the tub awaits The only thing that stops her bawl The dog will also share her fate!
Both dog and child into the tub They're dunked and soaped wich much intent They whine when subject to the scrub But they are cleaned without relent
But after all the bathing care A blanket warm, a brand-new dress A ribbon tied into her hair A happy mother's warm caress
A party starts beneath a tree There's pudding, biscuits, pie and scones The children eat enough for three And for the dog, some marrow bones
The evening is warm and bright The spring has surely come to all The only worry here tonight Another bath waits in the fall