By young readers

Press, 9 May 1978, Page 33

By young readers

Humour

STEPHEN BOOCK One day while Boock was playing cricket, Fielding so close into the wicket, Richard Hadlee bowled a bad ball, And now poor Boock has no head at all Grant Hansen, aged 11 HURRY I closed the door Got in my car Put in my mouth, A small cigar. Hurry to work. That’s what I must do. Or else I’ll be sacked, And I'm only just new. When I got there Guess what I found, Nobody there, Not even a sound The office was closed It was plain to see That Saturday work Was not for me! Sandra Teasdale, aged 13

THE ONLY 733-893 CAR The old battered car, With its staring eyes, Round and hollow. Staring at the skies.

Its old roof Full of rust And all the seats Covered with dust

The old front engine Full of leaks.

And the rusty door That always squeaks

The worn down tyres And all the glass The big vintage car. That lies on the grass. Brendon Forrest, aged 12

THE WITCHES BREW A spider, a snail. A long mouse tail, A big fat slater. A rotten potato, One bat’s wing. A bull’s nose ring. She stirs it up with human bones And all the time she moans and groans

I’m sure she is up to no good, I’d like to stop her if I could.

Troy Sugrue, aged I