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Wednesday 28 March 2012

Guide Camp (or how to get rid of your captain)

Note: I wrote the original version of this poem when I was 13. I wrote for my Queen's Guide presentation evening. I have changed it around and hope it's better.

Once I went to Guide camp,
Oh! It was a shambles!
I hit my finger with a mallet,
And ripped my dress on brambles!

We tried to put our tents up,
But broke all the pegs.
Then we threw away our mallets - 
They hit our Captain's legs

We put up the fire screen,
But, alas, it got burned down!
Captain wasn't happy,
Her face was just a frown!

At last! It was lunch time -
A wasp was pestering me,
I swatted it with my dinner plate - 
It landed in Captain's tea!

After lunch, that afternoon,
There was a welly throwing comp.
I threw the Captain's welly
And it landed in a swamp!

Captain tried to retrieve it,
Out of the mud and muck - 
But she leaned too far over,
And in it, she was stuck!

We threw top her a big long rope,
She tied it round her belly!
We pulled and pulled - 
She came out
And so did her welly!

Later on we built rope bridges!
Mine was very long!
But when Captain tested it -
She found it not too strong!

By six o'clock our tents were up,
The pegs had arrived that day!
We thought it strange, while pitching them,
Captain stayed away!

That night we had a campfire sing son,
The flames were growing higher!
We really hadn't intended
To start a forest fire!

We called the local fire brigade;
With hoses they did come!
But by the time they had arrived
The damage had been done!

The fire had spread to the campsite,
All the tents burned to the ground!
We were so shocked and frightened
We didn't make a sound!

We had to go back home that night - 
We had nowhere else to go!
Ours spirits had been dampened, 
We were feeling very low!

It affected our poor Captain
More than we can say!
'Cause when we went to Guides again
She had moved away!

There is a tiny rumour,
That she may be in your town!
So if you join a unit
Never make your Captain frown!

She's there because she wants to make
You happy and well adjusted!
Just behave and be very keen
So that you can always be trusted!

© Carolyn Davison

from my book Larger Than Life on Rollerskates (ISBN:978-0-9561573-0-0)

NB the events in this poem are entirely ficticious!


Tuesday 27 March 2012

'Twas the Night Before Work

'Twas the night before work
And sat on the chair
Was an employee
Blow-drying her hair
She had to look good
For the following day
Standing by the till
Where customers pay.

Suddenly she remembered
She'd forgotten to clean
Two of the fridges
What could this mean?
And then came to mind
The grocery zone
Oh no what a pain
Would the manager moan?

She started to stress
As she blow-dried her hair
Would her colleagues complain
And say - "That's not fair!
You've left us to tidy, 
To clean and to stack
Just get a grip
Or you'll get the sack!"

Stress building up
She began to cry
As she thought of the muffins 
And sweet apple pie!
The broken wine bottles
The spilled whipping cream
She was feeling, oh feeling
That this was extreme!

She thought of the manager
What would she say
When she went in
The following day?
"Pull yourself together
Stop being a prat!
You know what to do!"
Would she give her a slap?

As she thought of the next day
She was so full of tension
Would her contract
Have an extension?
She was oh so worried
That she wanted to scream
But suddenly she woke up
It was only a dream!

© Carolyn Davison (written 27th March 2012)

Please note any M&S managers and colleagues - this poem does not refer to any of  you :)