A Fable Poem for Boys
By Mr Kenneth
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Saul and Paul had a fall
from the tallest garden wall
They were up there with a gun
they thought that they would have some fun
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But the fun it did not last
Their destined fall approaching fast
they'd climbed and climbed and sat astride
the garden wall, it wasn't wide
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The boys took aim at the neighbour's cat
but neighbour took offense at that
And came running over face aflame
You little rascals! What's your game!
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As the boys in haste descended
their mischief known and all fun ended
Paul slipped and toppled; grabbed Saul's arm
and this was where they came to harm
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Saul in turn, all balance lost
like a pancake that's been tossed
flipped and fell down through the air
taking Paul down by his hair
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Oh! The pain, it was dementing!
once the ground they were indenting
Even neighbour winced a bit
when he heard the bones a-split
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Only cat was unmoved and blithe
...until it met the garden scythe
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As they'd landed Saul on Paul
crashing down from garden wall
a rake flicked up and launched a ball
The ball bounced up and made a pass
right toward the greenhouse glass
Neighbour's wife, scythe in hand
had season's seedlings neatly planned
so cast aside the lethal blade
as she dived and quickly prayed
that ball and glass would not meet up
and in her hand she'd swiftly cup
the errant ball, to save her glazing
such a save, it was amazing!
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But lady luck not full on-side
The placid cat of course had died.
Airborne scythe spun without cessation
and led to feline decapitation
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So next time you go in search of fun
avoid the wall and spurn the gun
Like Saul and Paul you could fall flat
And there are simpler ways to kill a cat
