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Peter's Probationary Poems - 2. Hiding place / Magic song - Poetry Prompt 17 - Childhood Verses
Hiding place
The table is my castle roof,
the cloth serves as my wall.
Here do I live with Bear and Woof
for I am still quite small.
From here I only see some shoes
and coal-fire in the stove.
The warmth of which does make me snooze
here in my little cove.
I tell my tales to Woof and Bear
of witches, king and knight,
of dragons looming in their lair,
of fairies, light and bright.
Sometimes it’s Woof who tells the tale.
His one’s are always nice.
I like the one with Slimey Snail
who lives with two white mice.
When it’s Bear’s turn to entertain
his voice is always low.
He tells of violence and pain
and how to kill a foe.
If I keep quiet in my tent
perhaps mum will forget
the hours here already spent
and that it’s time for bed.
O-O-O-O-O
Magic song
Let’s sing a song to make you sleep
and ban the fright’ning ghost.
The evil one that makes you weep
Whene’er your eyes are closed,
We looked behind the bedroom door
and underneath your bed
for ugly creatures on the floor,
the ones that you so dread.
We didn’t find them there today,
but likely they will hide
till shadows come their game to play,
when I have left your side.
So let us sing the magic song,
the one that keeps them gone;
the tune that makes you very strong
and that will work till dawn.
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