The Little Balloon Poem by Flying Lemming

The young balloon was in his room
The storm was raging outside
So he scooted off to his parent’s room
To find somewhere to hide
He asked his daddy balloon
As the storm was thundering
‘Could I sleep in here with you and mum?
This storm’s a frightening thing’

The daddy balloon looked down at his son
And said in a stern voice
‘You are getting to be a big balloon now
Its time you made a choice
To be brave and strong and face your fear
Now go back to your bed
And I don’t want to hear any more
Of the worries in your head’

So the boy balloon went back to his room
Vowing his best to be brave
But an hour later the thunder still roared
And his strength soon caved
So he crept back into his parent’s room
And they were both asleep
So quietly up to their bed
He continued to creep

He tried to squeeze in between them
But didn’t quite manage to fit
So he undid his daddy carefully
And let some air out, just a bit
But he still couldn’t squeeze in the bed
So he did the same to his mummy
And with them both slightly deflated
Tried wriggling in on his tummy

But there still wasn’t room for him
So he undid himself a tad
And after letting out some air
Could squeeze between mum and dad
The next day his dad was furious
When he found out what he did
And he had an angry voice
While talking to his kid

‘You should be very ashamed’
To his son he had to tell
‘You’ve let me down, you’ve let your mum down
And you’ve let yourself down as well’