I quite enjoy writing kids poetry, and as such, thought I'd post one of my more succesful poems on my blog. Comments are appreciated if you have anything to say on the poem.

The Battle of the Final Crumpet

There once was a battle, of which there's a tale,
Where a fight broke out 'cause the bread was all stale.
Let me tell you this story, and trust me it's true,
And pray this event never happens to you.

In the middle of May, when the weather was nice,
A group of friends went out with enough to suffice
The needs for twenty and ten. T'was such a shame
There were fifty of them, and they all had their names.

There was Hare, Duck and Gerbil, Rabbit and Mouse.
Cat, Dog and Weasel, and of course the Wood Louse.
Bear, Bat and Ferret, Crow, Magpie and Budgie,
And then there was Mole, who was a little bit funny.

They sat themselves down in the forest glade
Laid out the picnic in the cool summer shade.
Out came the jam tarts, the doughnuts the crisps,
The butter, the marshmallows and the liquorice sticks.

The friends started eating, they had so much fun
And before they all knew it, the picnic was gone!
But the friends were still hungry, which was a problem
As the only food left was a crumpet between them.

'That crumpet shall be mine,' snarled weasel the thief
Who swiftly nicked it and tried to hide in the heath.
But a stone knocked him over, with a curse and an oath,
He dropped the crumpet which was picked up by Stoat!

Stoat ran a mile, the friends they gave chase!
Budgie flew up, took the crumpet, slapped Stoat in the face.
Crow tackled Budgie, crumpet dropped to the floor,
Sat there a while, as the best friends all played war.

Then Mole wandered up, as he wasn't fighting,
Ate the crumpet and gave a smile that was delighting.
'This Crumpet is lovely,' he called as he scoffed!
The friends stopped and cried 'He's gone and eaten the Lot!'

'Now chums,' pleaded Mole, as his friends all advanced,
'How about we forget this and all have a dance?'
His friends paid no heed to his cries and his pleads,
Surrounded him quickly brought him down to his knees!

'No friends, my apologies! I was just hungry'
'Oh bother' cried hare 'He just made me feel sorry.
Come along chaps lets all go home to bed and for tea
Now how do we explain to our ma's just where we've been?'

So all the chums went home, back to their families,
To regale them with tales of friends and camaraderie.
The lesson they learnt? Friends will be friends
And stick with each other straight to the end.

Well there you go, one kids poem. Hope ya liked it, if ya didn't leave us a comment on what you think I can work on. If ya did like it leave us a comment saying that as well :P