You said at the meeting,
That you never get a greeting,
Whilst away from home at camp.
I thought at this time,
I must drop you a line,
As it did not cost me a stamp.
Looking after Brownies,
Some of which were townies,
Must be quite a busy job.
Keeping track of numbers,
And possibly of cucumbers,
Keeping them safe from the local yob.
Delicate little girls,
All as clean as pearls,
Kept safe under Brown Owls wing.
All quiet at night,
No torches alight,
Snoring with lots of zing.
Day trip to Colchester castles,
With all the little rascals,
With help from Barney and Snowy too.
Keeping kids out of sweet shops,
And no more lolly pops,
And, oh God! Wheres the nearest loo?
Lots of snacks and cooking,
Some help, some like just looking,
Who's turn for the washing up?
Some tidy up the bedrooms,
Others don't like mushrooms,
Who's left that dirty cup?
On Thursday night, it's Christmas dinner,
Any food is always a winner,
The turkey and baked potato is good.
Lots of cooking, lots of eating,
Hopefully, no wind and little repeating,
Well, at least not till after the pud.
Kids are grimey,
A wash, oh blimey,
Come on you lot, all in the tub.
A brownie shouts out,
'Theres a little boy about'
Whats that? A battleship or a sub?
At last, Friday has come,
Kids returned to Dad and Mum,
Most mums say 'How quiet it's been.'
But Brown Owl thinks, 'They always say that',
And such comments fall flat,
Because for me, it's a hectic scene.
Thank you Brown Owl,
For looking after our little flower,
Mandy is her name.
I expect you will be glad,
To return to your own pad,
In time for you to remain sane.
Credits and Copyright
Copyright December 1993 Richard Pierson.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
This poem cannot be reproduced in part or whole without express written permission from the author's Estate.
About the Author
Richard Pierson born 1949, died November 2002.
He loved to tinker with words in his spare time, and always wanted his writings to bring a smile.