golden arm - HPM Media Ltd Children's Books

here's part of another story by Leighroy Marsh in verse and I do hope you like it...   we think it's fab!
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GOLDEN ARM:

This is a tale that my Granddad told me, 

As I sat as a child on his old bony knee

It isn’t a tale full of joy or of charm,

But a tale full of woe and a stolen gold arm

You should stop reading now if you easily spook

You should stand up and choose 
a more friendlier book

You should stop reading now if you don’t like to JUMP

Because this is a tale that will make your heart thump

Its starts long ago with poor Montague Law

Who was missing an arm, 
when he returned from the war

He lost it at battle, defending the KING

Along with his bracelet, his wristwatch and ring

The king was quite grateful, and pulled out his sword

Pointed at Monty – and made him a Lord

Lord Montague Law, the Brave and the bold

I’ll reward you again with an arm made of gold.

And so he returned to his wife and his farm,

With a chestful of medals and a solid gold arm

Where he kept it on show in a special glass box

Next to his trousers, his jumpers and socks

The years soon passed by, and Lord Monty took ill

And despite all the potions and lotions and pills

Old Montague knew that his time had arrived

So he called from his bed for his beautiful bride

The angels are calling, I don’t have much time 

And so I am leaving you all that is mine

You can have all that belongs to the farm

As long as you bury me with my gold arm.

Lord Montague’s wife said she’d do what she’s told

And bury her husband along with his gold

But deep down she knew what she could do instead

And instead of the arm, She would bury some bread

That very night, Lord Montague died,

With his wife feeling saddened alone by his side

Then she rolled up her sleeves and brought flour from the barn

And baked through the night, a quite tasty bread arm

Nobody noticed his arm was a dud

If fact they all said that he smelt rather good

As they lowered Lord Montague’s box in the hole

Then left the poor widow alone, unconsoled.

But the tears that she cried were really of glee

She could sell the gold arm for a million or three

And spend all the money on trinkets and rings

A car and a castle and a few other things

She thought of the things that she wanted the most

As she sat at the table eating her toast

She wondered if she had commited a crime

Then decided aloud that the “arm should be mine”


Mmmm the start of something good!  


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