The Happy Cricket
There was once a little cricket,
Who was happy as could be.
He was chirpy before breakfast.
He was chirpy after tea.
He was chirpy when the sun rose
He was chirpy when it set.
When it comes to being chirpy,
No more chirpy could you get!
At one time when he was chirping
As the sun came up at dawn,
He was hopping through the flowers;
He was jumping on the lawn;
But, quite suddenly, a sprinkler
Shot him with a shower of spray
And he didn’t feel like chirping
Till the sprinkler went away.
Now this jolly little cricket
Really loved to have a dance,
He would look around for partners
When he ever had the chance.
They would waltz around the kitchen;
They would jig right down the hall.
Where they really kicked their heels up
Was the weekly cricket ball!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #23
Monty says: Lacking inspiration, I tried imagination and hit on a cricket ball!