Charlie Bone weighed just four stones, he strolled onto the green. Some had been and some had gone, but NONE had looked this keen. The wind was like a hurricane, it rushed in from the sea. Charlie Bone could hardly stand, he hung on to a tree. But there are certain rules you know, if you go flying kites. Charlie didn’t realise his weight was far too slight. As Charlie’s kite took to the air, the crowd let out a moan. The kite then disappeared from sight, and so did Charlie Bone. The Lifeguard was alerted, and the Air Force they were phoned. The Royal Navy searched the seas for poor old Charlie Bone. Charlie Bone weighed just four stones his kite DID come to rest. High upon Ben Nevis, in a Golden Eagles nest. The Eagle had four hungry chicks which sealed poor Charlie’s fate. Charlie soon weighed nothing but those chicks DID put on weight.
© A B Wyze. 2011
Published in WHY SHOULD KIDS GET ALL THE FUN POEMS? BOOK TWO
Random Whimsy with illustrations 31 poems 79 pages