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Travelling Folke

A collection of poems for small folke

Gypsy Roving

I can’t wait Mum

Come and Buy

Camp fire at night

I love it up here

All is not what it seems

Punch and Judy

The Fairground

We are Strolling Players

Punch and Judy

by Lesley Mellor

Mr. Punch was a very naughty man
He hit his wife with a frying pan.
The children watching cried ‘boo’ and ‘hiss’
threw jaffas and lollies that didn’t miss.

A big burly policeman came through the door
and found Mrs. Punch lying on the floor.
‘Poor Mrs. Punch, are you in much pain?
I’ll make quite sure he won’t do this again.

I’m going for the doctor to fix your head,
so make a cup of tea and go to bed.
Mr. Punch came home in a terrible state,
‘This time I’ll get her with a mug and a plate.

He hid very quietly behind a chair
but the children cried out ‘he’s there, he’s there
as three policemen looking stern and strong
picked him up and said ‘you’ve done wrong.’

Mr. Punch was handcuffed and taken away
to the laughter of the children ‘hurray hurray’.

    C Sydney 2003
    Lesley Mellor

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