Giant Trumps! Some time ago, I wrote this rhyming children's story to
present to my publisher. It hasn't been taken up yet, but now I think
Giant Trumps has echoes of another Trump, who might be equally
destructive!
Giant
Trumps!
© Nick Ward
Giant
Trumps should have known better,
Than to
eat so many beans,
If he’d
stuck to plain bread and butter,
He
wouldn’t have caused such a scene.
But he ate
a whole barrel of beans,
And his
tummy began to complain,
Then, all
of a sudden he let go such a parp,
He created
a small hurricane.
Kaboom!
went his bottom, Boof! went his pants,
And a
terrible wind did roar,
‘Pardon
me,’ said the giant, blushing quite pink,
As the
parp blew down his front door!
The
powerful parp raced over the fields,
Toppling
cattle and rooting up trees,
It lifted
the roofs off houses and churches,
And
brought strong men to their knees.
Pigs flew
through the air, dogs soared in the sky,
On the
giant’s tremendous trump,
But, as
soon as the wind had passed on by,
They fell
back to earth with a bump!
When the
parp arrived at the seaside,
People
were whooshed out over the waves,
Ships were
tossed about on the briny;
Nervous
sharks hid in undersea caves.
The
giant’s parp roared on to the arctic,
Where it
blew away all of the snow,
Polar
bears had to take up sunbathing,
And the
yeti had nowhere to go.
Desert
camels got lost in a sandstorm,
Whole
jungles were knocked down flat,
(‘Crumbs!’
said a gorilla holding his nose,
‘I wonder
who-on-earth would do that!’)
Giant
Trump’s parp travelled right round the world,
Until it
ended up where it had started,
‘Phoar!’
said the giant. ‘Someone has parped –
I think
it’s time I departed!’
©Nick Ward
