Miss Terry Poem by Dave Dunn

Miss Terry sat upon a wall

She was but six,

and the wall was tall.

None who saw could reach that high,

one small lad asked

'Can you touch the sky? '



Miss Terry giggled,

then jumped from view

down on the far side of the wall

quite unhurt though she was small

'It's a mystery' said the little lad

unaware that he'd been had....



For the wall was there to keep the land,

on the other side where she could stand,

and peep over if she stood on her toes

at which time the lad could see her nose

'Why there you are! ' the boy exclaimed,

'What magic' said he, running up the lane....



(c) Rhumour

March 18th 2010