Seaside Boy And Girls With Balloons Poem by Chris Goss

Just fancy penning a poetic poem with no rues
Straight forward, definitely not entwined with clues
Not sure which yellow brick pave can solve
This scriber will endeavour with much resolve
And perhaps the endeavour can be behold
With reference to anything no matter how old
Like the Knights of the Round table were so bold
And aka Bob Marley coming in from the cold
What about all the Jackanory stories were told
The infamy of Tony Blair and the gold he sold
All the people that have lived in this world
Perhaps generations of wanting to be in the fold
Robin Hood and his merry men in the wood
The Pied Piper piping the rats with his tunes
All the little seaside boy and girls with balloons
The brightly coloured circus clowns buffoons
For the devil and his ilk not to include
Certainly no cinema theatre interludes
As for the stately inter family feuds
How about all the clouds in the sky
All the young want to learn why
Not the peeping Tom's who pry
Yes to the meek and mild, even if they cry
Angel fish, sea horses and cuttlefish
Indian and Pakistan spice curry dish
Giraffes, gazelles, goats and gesellschaft
Stick insects, caterpillars and beetles
The Rolling Stones and The Beatles
Rubella, rashes, scabs and measles
Kings, Queens and Court jester
Crocodiles, lizards and alligators
Invigilators and examination testers
Those American first year freshmen
Lemonaid, soda and squash refreshments
Heavy metal, pop, reggae and jazz blues
Shower, sinks, latrines, baths and loos
That is the end of the poem with no rues