Note: I know, this is Tessa's Stories, but I just thought I should include my poems here too.
Seaweed - leafy, green
Waving under cool waters
Salty, tasty treat
a freestyle poem
There are the knights
On horses so white
There is the king
Who just cannot sing
There is the tree
Who's taller than me
There is the prince
Who mumbles and squints
There is the robin
Who's duckin' and bobbin'
There are the birds
Who just sing no words
There is the flower
Who likes a rainshower
There are the men
Who write with a pen
There am I
Dreaming under the sky
There once was a girl from Peru
Who purchased some fine kangaroos.
She fed them on dates
And fresh mutton-cakes
And herded them back to Peru.
On a sunny Monday morning,
As the sun rose in the east,
Robin and his friend were walking,
A-coming from a feast.
They smiled and sang and laughed a bit,
And talked about the art
Of stealing things, but then they saw
A woman on a cart.
“Pray halt, good woman!” Robin said.
The two her way did block.
“Good woman, do not be afeared,
But what is in your box?”
“My plates, good sir,” the woman said,
“To sell, to buy a hen.”
The woman rode off happily,
For Robin, he bought ten!
Poor Little John, he scratched his head.
He really had no clue.
He finally couldn't hold it in:
“Robin, what will you do?”
But Robin just said, “Wait and see!
Oh, watch for our friend, the Sheriff.
He and his knights may pass this way,
So you can charge a tariff!”
And so our hero went to market
Dressed in peasant's clothes,
Where many farmers sat at stalls
With torn and shabby hose.
So Robin, he set up a stall
Next to a man with bread,
And started shouting cheerily.
“Fine plates for sale!” he said.
But then poor Robin, he got bored,
Wanted to play the fife,
When oh so suddenly he saw
The Sheriff and his wife!
So Robin picked the finest plate.
Its colours were not shady.
And when she passed, on bended knee,
He gave it to the lady.
“You are the nicest man I've met,
(My husband quite excepted)
Come to the castle, share our lunch!”
Robin gladly accepted.
And so they went, and so they ate
And drank, and made much merry.
When it was over Robin cried,
“Pray, sir, we must not tarry!
“I know where Robin Hood is hid,
And for a bag of money
I'll take you there! Have we a deal?”
The Sheriff looked quite sunny.
“It's done!” he cried, “For I would love
To land him like a fish,
For Robin Hood's my enemy.
It is my dearest wish!”
So Robin led him through the woods
With knights and guards a-plenty.
But all the woods lay dark and still
And cheerless, cold and empty.
But just then Little John popped up
Out of the dense green shrubb'ry
And waved a sword in Sheriff's face,
“Stop! This is a robb'ry!”
“And here I am!” bold Robin said
As John, he took the money.
“I'm Robin Hood! You must admit,
This really is quite funny!”
The Sheriff spat and raged and fumed
Only, he could do nothing
As Little John, with a smart pat,
He set his horse a-jumping.
So on a sunny Monday evening,
As the sun set in the west,
Robin and his friend went laughing
At Robin's little jest.