"Fay'  by  Trish

(Miss Gogglyahwock' 1995)

Dear Miss Gogglyahwock,

Was often taken by surprise,

You could always tell the state she was in,

by the look in her big round eyes.

For even the slightest thing

She'd puff and pant and stutter,

I mean what's the need for all the fuss,

When buying a bit of butter!

It may have been because,

As a little girl she got lost,

A kind lady found her,

But Miss Gogglyahwock's

Mother was cross.

"I told you where to turn,

Left, and a right, at the top,

Then count to twenty as you walked along

Till you came to the butcher's shop!"

Her mother then spoke, the language

Of Gogglyahwock world,

Just to be extra sure,

She'd definitely been heard

"Woggle, wiggle, beacon, gravel ,

Shaker, salt and old Ben,

Now poor Mr Gollyahwock'll have no dinner,

I'll never send you to the butcher's again"!

The news caused her daughter,

Not the least bit of grief,

although she didn't say so,

She breathed an enormous sigh...... of relief.

Tushie