Have you heard of the Helephant?© (fun poem)

Early one, rainy morning

Came the strangest sound,

Where up against a window

Little Borris was peering out

 

He huffed and puffed

Wiping at the pane –

Wishing that he

Could rub away rain.

 

‘Oh the summer is meant for sun

So why is it rainy today?

I got up, nice and early,

So outside I could play!’

 

But still it poured,

Leaving Borris bored,

Wondering what to do?

So, he turned towards his Grandpa,

Thinking that he knew.

 

‘Huff!’ puffed out little Borris’ cheeks,

Pursing up his lips,

‘Rainy days and school days

Are surely the worst there is!

What are you doing Grandpa?

What do you do when it’s like this?’

 

‘Huh’ spluttered Grandpa,

Roused from a mini sleep,

Reaching for the remote control

Turning nothing off TV

 

‘Well, I’m not watching cricket,

Rain will cause delay.

I guess I’ll have to go to sleep

Until they start again.’

 

‘Boring!’ exclaimed Borris

‘Can’t you teach me something new?’

Something that I’ve not yet learnt

That might be obvious to you’

 

‘But I am old, as old can be,

What could I know that’s relevant?

My school days were filled –

with tall tales,

Like the life and times of Helephants.’

 

‘I know all about elephants’ sighed Borris

We read about them at school

I’ve even seen one right up close

On our trip to London Zoo.’

 

‘Ha ha ha’ chuckled Grandpa,

Out loudly to himself,

You’re thinking of a different creature

An easy mistake to make.

Helephants were like elephants

And roughly the same size,

But shiny black, not grubby grey

And of course –

They knew how to fly.’

 

‘Fly?’ queried Borris,

Puzzled at the thought

Of how such weight could leave the ground

And what would happen if it dropped.

 

‘Oh yes’ nodded Grandpa,

But really they would float:

 

Softly bouncing along the ground

Trunk held high in air,

Ears gently flapping in the breeze,

Always seen in pairs.

While elephants can spend their days

Wallowing in the mud,

Helephants don’t like the dirt

Preferring instead soap suds!’

 

‘How come I’ve not heard of them

Or seen pictures in my books?’

 

‘Oh they really were quite rare,

And I expect you’ve not properly looked.

 

You see’ continued Grandpa,

‘Helephants lived long ago

They were all – very best friends

With the Dodo;

But numbers kept on dwindling

Until both were left just with one.

 

When the final Dodo died

It broke the Helephant’s heart;

She decided to escape

And jump her way to Mars.

 

But the thing about Earth and Space

It’s hard to judge distance,

All looks different far away

To when you’re right up close.

So the Helephant she landed,

Not realising it was too soon,

Instead of landing on planet Mars

She’d jumped onto the moon!

 

And Helephants like all things – to be super clean…

 

So just imagine at her horror

When all she found was dust!

She quickly made herself a home,

And proceeded to clear up!

 

But moons are rather musty places

Which need constant work,

And the Helephant began to reminisce

About her life down here on Earth.

 

One night, she finally decided

That she would take a trip,

And secretly look around

The towns where people live.

 

But Helephants are rather shy –

She’d have to creep about,

Not making a single noise

To keep her out of sight.

 

On return to Earth, she couldn’t believe

Stuff people were no longer wanting,

Games and gifts, treasured things,

So she quickly started hoarding;

But it’s not easy carrying bits

Back up to the moon

So she had to change her mind

Not before too soon.

 

Now you must understand this,

About our curious friend:

 

Helephants are not naughty

But she doesn’t like to waste,

She hates to think things are forgotten about

Like her and all her friends.

So she gathers all the abstract stuff

That she can fit into her bag

All of it wasted importance

That once humans cared about;

Like the broken vows of lovers

Which are easily caught in her net

Unanswered prayers, and fruitless tears

Also she will get,

But most important are intentions

Which people haven’t done;

And wasted time on rainy days

When people could have done.

 

I can see you look disbelieving

So next time it’s a clear sky,

Gaze up into the starry night

And perhaps you might just spy;

For looking closely at the moon

You can see just where she’s been:

From Earth they look like craters,

But really they are Helephant prints.

 

Now, you had best, go upstairs

And think about what to do

Or the Helephant may come down

And your day – you will lose!

 

Go create with building blocks

Colour in your doodle books,

Make models that you’ve not made

Paint pictures in your paints;

Read that, which you haven’t read

Check out toys you haven’t played

Do the things you’ve been putting off

Then your rainy day you’ll save.

 

And if you are – still fed up,

You can always tidy up,

Because Helephants only search in mess

Places gathering all the dust!’

 

Up got little Borris,

Who quickly ran upstairs,

Leaving Grandpa all alone

Sitting in his chair.

 

Rain tapping on the window,

Was all that you could hear,

As Grandpa gently closed his eyes

Snuggling down to sleep…

Not noticing around him,

All was quiet and still,

Apart from the Helephant

Who had just floated in!

 

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Mummy, Mummy, What’s for dinner? © (Poem/story)

It was back one day

In the merry month of May

When little Borris sat and watched TV.

 

He was a little bored,

And his stomach quietly roared,

So, he went to ask his Mummy – What’s for tea?

 

As he crept towards the kitchen

He heard lots of clangs and clinging

And a ‘Bother’ and a ‘Drat’ came from his Mother.

 

Undeterred, he moved in closer,

While she turned and glared with thunder

So he blurted out quite loud – ‘What’s for dinner?’

 

She stood angrily and stared

Like a big old angry bear

Growling – ‘Go on, get out of my kitchen!

You will eat what we’ll be eating

Nothing extra, nothing missing,

Leave me be, go pester your Grandpa instead.’

 

Borris turned and walked away

But not to waste his time or play

He went straight into the living room;

There Grandpa softly snored

His false teeth gently gnawed

Until Boris shouted out – ‘Grandpa, What’s for tea?’

 

Huh Hmmn, said Grandpa raised from slumber

Straightening his crumpled jumper

‘Don’t you know why little boys

Spend time playing with their toys

Not asking questions about the things

Adults spend time – safekeeping?’

 

‘No!’ said Borris boldly, feeling slightly older,

‘My belly tells me I should know,

That, what and which, I want to know.’

 

‘Well, to find out what’s for tea

Is a jolly little story

That tells us why small children,

Should eat what they are given

And not ask such silly questions

Pestering those busy in kitchens!’

 

‘Go on – go on – do tell’

Chirped Borris, getting settled

As his Grandpa sat up straight

To clearly enunciate…

 

‘You understand…..My boy…. what I shall tell you

Must never be repeated:

A secret you must hold until your death…

For if someone were to find out,

It could only mean the end,

As nobody would even ever

Want to eat again!’

 

Boris stood and crossed his heart

And swore on everything

That this secret he would tightly hold

Never saying anything.

 

‘Long long long ago….Grandpa began….

there was a big old whale,

Who had lived a long fulfilling life

And now wanted eternal rest;

He found himself a cosy beach

And rested on the sand,

There and then he was to make,

His last contented sound.

 

Meanwhile, nearby, a fly did fly,

Cos that’s what flies do best,

He hmmn’d and aarghed

All to himself,

That he had missed breakfast,

And how he wished that he could find

Where he could eat a…….ARUUBBBBAAA!!!!

 

The fly saw the whale,

Lying on the beach

Like a fridge full of chocolate cake

From heaven it must be sent.

And one hundred eyes from in him,

Did shoot out from his head

(For flies have hundreds of eyes, you know,

To spot food to put on their bread.)

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ he’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Grandpa he sighed, and then he tried

The meaning to express:

‘This is the circle of life, my boy,

Which to us, it clearly states:

An animal dies, a fly will spy,

And make it into supper;

And one day both – you and I

Will too – the same fate suffer!

 

‘Huh’ gasped little Borris,

A most avid listener.

‘Is this the promise that I made

Is that the secret I must keep?’

 

‘Ha’ laughed Grandpa fondly

‘No, this is commonly known.

But you understand conspiracy?

Of domination in world zones?’

 

Boris looked a little pale

What had he taken on?

From who was the secret to protect

A new nemesis – for lifelong!

 

Come closer, leaned his Grandpa

For this you must clearly hear

An enemy, who is not all bad

But has very different ideas………..

 

Somewhere in the jungle

There’s a rumble

While the gecko’s tap their feet,

All singing and dancing

Jumping to the beat.

 

The Queen she slowly takes the floor

And stands close to the mike;

A thousand sparkling gecko eyes

All shine at her like lights.

She softly opens her mouth wide

And then begins to sing….

 

‘Flies…

Wouldn’t we all love to just eat flies…

If only someone would bake them in a pie

We’d have fly pie….

Every night!

 

Flies…

Wouldn’t we all love to just eat flies…

To munch and crunch and fill to our delight

In fly pies….

Every night!

 

Flies…

Wouldn’t we all love to just eat flies

In fly pie

All the time!’

 

And here it is, quite plain and clear

Gecko’s dream of domination!

Victory will be

To change our cuisine

And make us eat Fly Pie!

 

‘Euuurrrgh!’ exclaimed Borris

Sick straight to his empty stomach.

‘How disgusting, how revolting

Who would think of such a thought?’

 

‘Well’, said Grandpa, ‘understand

This is not the story’s end

Merely an explanation in the middle

For you to comprehend

 

Remember the fly that eats the whale

He’s got a million friends

He invites them all to supper

Because one fly can’t eat a whale!

 

So they have a little party,

It simply lasts for days

They dance and eat, all day and night

Until they’ve no energy left!

When the party comes to a close

The whale you can see his bones;

And the flies they say, their goodbyes,

And fly their way back home.

 

One of the flies, is so full

He’s now sitting on the reef,

And creeping close behind him

Is a bug about to eat –

‘Whoosh!’ with that, the fly is gone

Wrapped within a tongue

And as the bug he munches

He starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ he’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Later…

Somewhere in a farmyard

A chicken goes to eat

And as if from out of nowhere

A fly lands by her feet

The chicken pecks at the corn

But makes a little mistake….

And ‘Whoosh!’ like that, the fly is gone

Wrapped within a beak.

And as the chicken munches

She starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ she’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Later…

Somewhere in a field

A sheep goes to eat

And as if from out of nowhere

A fly lands by her feet

The sheep she grazes on the grass

But makes a little mistake….

And ‘Whoosh!’ like that, the fly is gone

Trapped within her teeth

And as the sheep munches

She starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ she’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Later…

Somewhere in a pen

The pig he sniffs to eat

And as if from out of nowhere

A fly lands by his feet

The pig he snuffles in the grub

But makes a little mistake….

And ‘Whoosh!’ like that, the fly is gone

Caught behind his teeth

And as the pig munches

He starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ he’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Later…

Somewhere in a paddock

A cow bends her head to eat

And as if from out of nowhere

A fly lands by her feet

The cow she grazes on the grass

But makes a little mistake….

And ‘Whoosh!’ like that, the fly is gone

Caught behind her teeth

And as the cow she munches

She starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ she’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Later…

Somewhere in the water

A fish he swims to eat

And as if from out of nowhere

A fly lands on the sea

The fish he opens his mouth wide

Then makes a little mistake….

And ‘Whoosh!’ like that, the fly is gone

Caught within his gills.

And as the fish munches

He starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ he’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

Surprisingly…

Somewhere near

A big whale swims to eat

And as if from out of nowhere

The fish full of fly he meets

The whale he opens his mouth wide

Not realising the little mistake….

And ‘Whoosh!’ like that, fly and fish are gone

Caught behind his teeth

And as the whale munches

He starts a little song

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ he’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

Bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

 

So when you want to know what’s for dinner

You best hold your tongue instead,

Because now you know the secret:

That flies are in everything we’re fed!

 

And there are Geckos in this world

That want to remove all middle-men –

Instead of eating burgers

They’ll take out all the meat

And you’ll be left with animal food:

Flies – in pieces of bread!

 

And flies are little cannibals

Who party through the night

Feasting on the animals

That got fat by eating flies!

 

And if you should pester,

Those busy in kitchens

With annoying questions;

They’ll get fed up,

Not bother to cook,

Fill pies with flies instead!

 

So, later, when Boris sat for dinner,

And eyed what he would eat

He saw it was a tasty meal

That his mother him did make.

He smiled at his Mum

And said ‘thank you – very, very much’.

It all looks very, very nice

I’m sure it will taste delightful!

 

He looked at Grandpa,

Gave a smile at him,

Then stared at his dinner –

And he began to sing:

 

‘Yum Yum Yum’ he’s sung

‘You’ll end up in my tum

I’ll munch and crunch on every crumb

Until I’ve got a big…

 

BELLY!

 

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