Sausages Poem by Terry Donovan

The day the bomb fell on the house
The kids were all at school,
Dad was in his allotment,
Mum was out buying wool.

The house was completely demolished,
There was not much remaining at all
Apart from a section of landing
And a bike upside-down in the hall.

The cat was trapped under the table,
The canary was plastered with grit,
Granny was blackened from head to toe
And looked like she'd been down the pit.

The outside toilet was now indoors
With its chain still intact, but no pan.
He thought that he would get the blame, so
The dog grabbed the sausages and ran.