Poem of the Day




My scarecrow worked a wonder

in our brand new garden patch

but I made a fatal blunder

and must start again from scratch.


I’d made sure he was scary

‘cause his mission night and day

was to make the birdlife wary

and keep all the pests away.


His hair was wild and woolly

and his eyes were cold and hard.

He looked a fearsome bully

as he stood there in our yard.


His face was truly ghastly

With its horrid, evil smirk.

He looked so mean and nasty

as he carried out his work.


I’ve reassured my mother

that next time I’ll get it right.

I have to build another

’cause the plants all died of fright!


© Jenny Erlanger




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