Cockle Doodle Do (Fun Poem 172) Poem by David Harris

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle went my tricycle bell
when I was a little kid
to warn everyone to watch out
I was coming through.

I grew up and two wheels I road.
Burring, Burring, Burring went my bell
as I rode around warning everyone
to get out of the way.

A few more years went by and my mode
of transport changed from pedal power to motor engine
and it had a horn which went
tonk, tonk, and tonk whenever I came around.

From two wheels I changed to four
and my horn sound like a sick rooster
calling at the crack of dawn
as I drove around making everyone jump until one day.

A car stopped in front of me
and the driver was an angry man
who grabbed my horn and shoved it down my throat,
now every time I cough I go cockle doodle do.





13 September 2015