Down by the road there’s a vast wicked beast
Prison is where he lived but he has just been released
This Beast comes down from awful Bulleen
But he is still a green mean fighting machine
He grew up as a little menace
Destroying poor old Venice
They call him the ‘Thing’
So much more famous than ‘Bing’
Thing goes to school and hates it so much
Except for the oval where it happens to be rough
Thing is always in trouble
Trying to hide in his little bubble.
But all that nonsense is not worth a penny
When you find out about Remy
Thing and Remy aren’t the happiest bunch
Always wanting to throw a punch.
Thing’s nails are as sharp as an axe
He has run out of energy snacks
The children start screaming for more
This looks like another World War
Remy warms up her fists
You can tell there are going to be some twists
As the trees whistle as the wind goes by
Hopefully there will be no death and no one will die
They have never liked each other
They don’t even like their mother
They always fight over whoever is the best
In the middle of the oval, not taking a rest
But is Thing actually there?
Or is this someone’s nightmare
But back to the match of the furious pair
This isn’t any old battle it’s fair
The teacher steps in OH NO it’s a disaster
That only makes them shout and blast
Jump is what they do and………….
And then Mummy says,
“BLAKE STOP playing with your figurines
It’s time for dinner”
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Thomas Burchsmith.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?