Punch and Judy always fighting
Crocodile is always biting
Baby crying Punch looks rough
Judy says she’s had enough
She leaves Punch to baby mind
He’s lost baby cannot find
Searching high and searching low
Punch thinks Judy mustn’t know
Judy’s back she had a hunch
With a stick she batters Punch
Policeman comes to stop the fighting
Sausages the croc is biting
Punch arrested took to jail
Judy searching starts to wail
Baby found beneath a bush
Fast asleep a little hush
Judy goes back to the station
Told the police with much elation
Punch released it made him smile
Till he got chased home by the crocodile
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Many years ago, I assisted the punch and judy man on Brighton Pier, and your poem was the script for EVERY performance. It brought back some (claustrophobic) memories. The poem flowed very nicely, and painted a picture in my mind, with each verse I read. A very well thought out, and penned piece of art work. Cheers Gordon...
David, loved this to bits. A great laugh, and written to entertain.10/10 Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You took us back to summers by the sea, briliantly portrayed, yes a 10