Make sure you don’t miss out on this wonderful poem ‘The Game of Skinny McClumm‘ by Rose Meredith – a lovely member of the Vision Libraries Team! We will post a new poem each week, so keep checking for updates! Please send any works you would like published to domore@visionrcl.org.uk
The Game of Skinny McClumm
Skinny Mclumm he played with a gun
At 9 + 3 was his age –
Up at the dawn
Not even a yawn
A gleam and a glint in his eye –
A turned up nose
And pulls on his clothes and out in the yard with a grin,
Hand on the door
He listens for more
of the sounds of the scratchings within.
Poor little rat
With her pat –tat –a – tat
And her bonnie wee mewlings within –
And skinny comes creeping
His horrid gun sleeping
And he turns the latch in the door –
And the little rat scratching
And the gun it’s adjusting
And a grin on the face of the boy –
When – KA-BOOM!!!!!!!!!!
Goes the gun
It’s BACKFIRED my son!
Ohhh ………….Skinny Mclumm……….
…………………………….. And his gun.
Poem Author: Rose Meredith
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