Our cosy little village
It’s pond with ducks and drakes
Until our local milkman
Had trouble with his brakes
He’d dropped a pint at number two
Three pints at number four
He tried to stop at number six
But shot straight past the door
The float just kept on rolling
Bottles clattered in their crates
The butcher and the baker watched
And kids with all their mates
It started picking up more speed
Our milkman was in panic
And when it reached our lovely pond
It sank just like Titanic
Yoghurts and large tubs of cream
Floated like a raft
The milkman swam between the ducks
While everyone just laughed
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it true the cream always floats the surface great fun thanks david 10 Chris