POEMS By B. K. PYKE
Reading edition
THE DREAM
All up the mountains,
All down the vale
Ran Pretty Polly,
Chased by a snail.
Down where the streamlet
Flowed to the sea
Ran Pretty Polly
Fast as could be.
Then our poor Polly,
Turning her head,
Found she had fallen
Out of her bed.
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FRIENDLESS
I want a wiry pony
With a wild dark mane,
Who’d gallop me
To Anglesea
An’ then come home again.
I want a yellow doggie
With a wet black nose,
Who’d bathe with me
At Anglesea
An’ lick my little toes.
B. K. Pyke.
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JOHNNY MUNNS
Hark to the wailing!
’Tis poor Johnny Munns
Calling for apples
And sugary buns.
B. K. Pyke.
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RESPECTABLE PEOPLE
It’s very nice to eat your tea,
As Mother does, in company.
But oh, I think it better far
To grab for jam straight from the jar.
And if they send me up to bed
At least I go there feeling fed.
B. K. Pyke.

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