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Hey YWS!
This is the second narrative poem I have posted. Personally, the first on I wrote (Roberto Who Was Greedy) is much better and this is still a work in progress. But, hopefully with your advice I can make this poem just a funny and witty. For those of you who have read 'Roberto Who Was Greedy' this is the same in the way that it carries a moral for young readers behind the humour. And for those of you who haven't read it here's the link: viewtopic.php?t=61884
Enjoy and please review!
This is the second narrative poem I have posted. Personally, the first on I wrote (Roberto Who Was Greedy) is much better and this is still a work in progress. But, hopefully with your advice I can make this poem just a funny and witty. For those of you who have read 'Roberto Who Was Greedy' this is the same in the way that it carries a moral for young readers behind the humour. And for those of you who haven't read it here's the link: viewtopic.php?t=61884
Enjoy and please review!
Cornelia Steel was a timid young kid,
But under her shyness a bad habit was hid.
For she loved to steel from the shop nearby,
Any old junk that caught her eye.
Her father would send her on a weekly chore,
To bring back a paper from the corner store.
And under her jacket Cornelia would hide,
Pens and lollies; anything she could find.
At school she’d been taught not to take without pay,
But Cornelia couldn’t resist the goods on display.
So every evening she’d creep out the house,
And walk to the shop to have a quick browse.
Now one Friday night she was looking around,
And next to counter guess what she found?
In front of her eyes was a wind up toy rocket,
Which she rapidly lifted and placed in her pocket.
Cornelia managed to sneak out in time,
But the shopkeeper Clarence had spotted her crime.
He exploded with rage from the terrible shock,
And just to make sure he checked all the stock.
He came to the conclusion that the girl was a crook,
And locked up the shop, tracking the steps that she took.
Now Clarence believed that Cornelia would pay,
But not just with money, in a different way.
The footsteps behind her formed a lump in her throat,
Then the shopkeeper stifled her under his coat.
The crafty girl who happily steels,
Finally found out just how it feels.
If you’ve ever nicked something, this one’s for you.
Those who steal, get stolen too!
