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The Fox And The Gingerbread Man (A Children's Ballad)

"You can't catch up with me!", he said,
"Try you might, you wiley fox,
For I am made of gingerbread
With candy eyes and golden locks".

But Charlie fox was thinking sly,
"Don't ever be too sure", said he,
(And with a twinkle in his eye)
"I aim to take you home for tea".

So ginger Dan, off he ran,
With Charlie fox so close behind,
Though Charlie had a clever plan
With thoughts of teatime on his mind.

They huffed and puffed as on they went,
Over hill and under dale,
Till all their huff and puff was spent
So Charlie cut across the vale.

Behind an oak tree Charlie hid
As round the corner young Dan bounced,
Then out from hiding Charlie slid
And that was when the sly fox pounced.

A clash took place, there on the ground,
With wrestled holds and rugby scrums;
Red hair scattered all around
And ginger breaded biscuit crumbs.

Yet neither side came off the best,
A truce was called to both withstand;
As they made friends, you've guessed the rest...
Away they danced, both hand in hand.

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
A children's ballad as requested by one of my Neo friends. Compliments to all at Neo, Alan
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

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your ballad is truly enjoyable and not just for children; this over-the-hill codger now has a permanent smile on his face. Nicely done. Jerry

I am pleased that you liked the Gingerbread man. It's good to make someone smile.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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What imagery you bring with this, Ginger Dan got lucky in your little tale,
He wouldn't have been so lucky in mine lol maybe I would have made a sweet house fall on him.
As always your poetic talents shine , a lovely rhythm to this ballad. And really fun to read.

Thank you...Teddy

write a few children's things yourself. It will make you feel good.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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What imagery you bring with this, Ginger Dan got lucky in your little tale,
He wouldn't have been so lucky in mine lol maybe I would have made a sweet house fall on him.
As always your poetic talents shine , a lovely rhythm to this ballad. And really fun to read.

Thank you...Teddy

Sorry for all the post, I only have my cell phone this week. Please forgive me. It's most annoying.

Thank you...Teddy

that Dan must have been one "tough cookie". At least he didn't crumble under pressure. I'll bet that fox Charlie still had him for dinner though. Better to lead him hand-in-hand and douse him with some tea, than to try and bite him and break a tooth. Makes me want for a gingerbread cookie now. I guess I'll settle for molasass. ~ Geez.
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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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Dear Alan, you sure write wonderful ballads for children, as well as for adults. I remember the story of the Gingerbread Man. My mother taught me how to make lots of them. Your ballad brings back memories, I wish I remembered how to make these cute cookies. We used white icing for the eyes, and added cochinelle for the mouth. Not sure I've spelt that correctly.
As usual, your rhyming, spacing and title are perfect. Bring on more, maybe I'll learn not to be so dark...lol.
Best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Gracy for you kind words. I am pleased that the gingerbread man took you back to another time in your life. We do a (pre-virus) poetry week in some of the schools here in Yorkshire and many of my poems are used. Of course the piece chosen depends upon how old the class is. Here is a thought for you from 1988.

THINKING MY THOUGHTS

A thought was in my head
And outward it did fly;
Around and off it fled
And up into the sky.

About the world it went
For everyone to see,
Until my thought was sent
Safe back home to me.

But was my thought still true
Or was it just in vain?
I never really knew
So I'll have to think again.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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