You want it..I will write it

Secret Poet 1966 By Secret Poet 1966, 23rd Aug 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1mlvjrn_/
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A page of poetry, including holiday destinations, love and loss, humorous, poetry for children and hard hitting issues such as domestic violence and child abuse. There is also inspirational and though provoking poetry. I try to be a little different and have many styles including my own.

I will take my giraffe and go

I have a friend
His name is George
He is a giraffe as tall as my house
We have fun together
Walk for miles along the fields
He lets me ride him
We run as fast as the wind

My long golden hair flows behind me like a sheet
As George gallops at speed through the trees
I hold on tight
He is my friend
My protector
I feel safe
We have fun all the time

He eats leaves on the trees
Helps me pick apples with his height
Licks my face with his long black tongue
I giggle ‘Cos it tickles
My companion, my best friend
I love him lots
And he loves me too

Mummy says he’s all in my head
He’s not
He’s real
He’s my friend
She says “Good morning George” every day
He doesn't answer, he only speaks to me
It’s our precious secret we keep

Mummy told me to tidy my room
Instead, George and I sit and chat
She shouts at me, George runs
“Come back George” I cry
I need him
Mummy scared him
Now he’s gone

Mummy says George isn't welcome now
She goes downstairs and I cry
I get angry and throw my dolls
I don’t like these toys
I don’t like this house
I pack my Barbie bag with my fairy dress and wings
I don’t want to stay

George taps on the window
I'm so happy I could burst
“I would never leave you he says”
“I thought you were gone” I sob
As I climb to the edge of the ledge
I slide down George’s back
We can run away fast as the wind

I scream in pain
My hand hurts and so does my back
Mummy comes to my aid
“What happened? She gasps
“It’s lucky we live in a flat
Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed”
George peeps round the corner looking sad

“No! No! No! I want George” I demand
Mummy smiles says “Not in the house”
I stand up
I am covered in mud
“Then I’m leaving
I stamp, splattering us both in mud
I will take my giraffe and go!”

Mummy smiles
She takes my hand gently
“George isn't your only friend
We love you too
Please come inside and get warm”
She cuddles me tight and scoops me up
She carries me towards the front door

I wave to George
He winks with a smile
“Goodnight George, see you soon!” I whisper
“Back at ya Kid” He shouts back
I giggle
Mummy can’t hear him
He only speaks to me
It’s our little secret

I have a friend
He is a giraffe
His name is George
He runs fast as the wind
I love him lots
And he loves me too
He is my bestest friend

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
23rd Aug 2015 (#)

Good poem, we have to think of all as our pals - siva

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
23rd Aug 2015 (#)

Good poem, we have to think of all as our pals - siva

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
23rd Aug 2015 (#)

Thanks for sharing such a great poem. I love your giraffe and the pictures. Smiles to you today!

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author avatar LOVERME
24th Aug 2015 (#)

your poem is as long a the georgy giraaffeeee's neck..
you can almost run a train..
give us a free ride will you..
we may feed ur giraffeee for free ..
only bed tea u may share it

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