Jack
Frost is a cunning rouge
Always
interfering with Stan’s garden
Then
he jumps over the fence
And
interferers with the garden next door.
Jack
Frost has a pale white face
And
spiky white hair
He
wares nimble running shoes
No
hob nail boots for him.
One
February day Stan thought he saw Jack
Playing
pranks in his garden
Giving
frostbite to his Pelagoniums.
Stan
was standing there smoking a Senior Service
From
a packet he had just bought at the newsagents.
He
stubbed out his cigarette
And
started to chase after Jack Frost
But
Jack jumped over the wall
And
Stan was out of breath.
“You
really should try to cut down smoking”
Said
Stans wife Doris
Then
she lit up a Players Weights
And
carried on with her dusting.
Stan
was a decent chap
He
lived in Eltringham Street Battersea
Terraced
houses with doorsteps
And
a coal fire in the front room.
A
Cheshire cat sits near the fire
When
its not outside spying on pigeons..
Stan
wore a cloth cap
He
often wore braces
He
would go into his local
And
give the young ladies his graces.
Some
said that Jack Frost wouldn’t survive
The
effects of global warning
But
he fought back
And
alas
Continues
to play havoc with our gardens.
Stan
carried on nursing his pelargoniums
Then
he took of his cloth cap
And
in prayer he said
Dear
GOD please bring springtime.
Frank
Bangay
March
010
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