A Smart Little Chap Poem by john (called jack) wren

He's a smart little chap
Tidy and clean,
The best in the wood
For personal hygiene.
Never one, to do
Things in haste,
He does them all
In the best possible taste.
Dressed in ash grey
Trousers and shirt,
With not the slightest
Dribble or dirt.
And a cap of the
Best sooty black,
Held in place by
Bits of Blu-Tack.
With a scarf of
Powder blue,
Held around the neck
By a touch of glue.
He'll hike around
The compost heap,
In search of those
Who hide or creep.
Or ramble thro'
Nettles and brambles,
Or untidy gardens
Whose borders are shambles
He's the Wainwright
Of the warbling clan,
And the ladies are
His biggest fan.


Sylvia articappila.