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
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