Poo-Sticks by Michael Healy
Remember: actions have their consequences
Mary Porter sat on the Bridge
Playing poosticks with Annie Ridge
Along came little Tommy Cotton
And pinched that Mary Porter’s bottom.
Mary jumped so very high
That all the poosticks they did fly
And looking up towards the sky
They hit young Tommy in the eye.
With one great yell he did leap
And lost the balance on his feet,
Fell off the bridge, and with a scream,
Went kersplash into the stream.
Help me, help me! He did cry
Annie, on her feet, said “why”?
‘I cannot swim, I will drown!
‘Oh do not be a silly clown!
Said Mary feeling very cross
‘Drowning you would be no loss!
‘O Tommy you are such a fool
I know the water’s very cool
But why not stand up on your feet
The stream is only one foot deep.
Tommy to his feet did get
Truly he was very wet.
‘Get my poosticks’ came Mary’s shout
‘Before that stream you dare climb out!
‘We want to finish off our game!
Came Annie’s comment, just the same.
‘If you don’t, it is you we throw
Back in the water and watch you flow
Under the bridge and out the side,
All six feet long and three feet wide.
The moral of this story’s clear
Dear reader if you happen near
That little bridge across that stream
Where people by the side do lean
Watching poo-sticks in the flow
Gently bobbing under go,
That lesson must not be forgotten,
Do not pinch them on the bottom!