Hannah and I and Green Eggs and Ham

Hannah and I read together a book
(At least Hannah read and I had a look).
The book was about some green eggs and ham;
I've never seen green ones as old as I am!
Green eggs and ham!   Now whoever heard
Of such a strange dish; it seems quite absurd.
I'm sure that like me you'd consider it strange
To find green eggs frying on your kitchen range.
I think if we found them we'd soon throw them out -
But that's not at all what this book was about!
And as for the ham - well - I really must say
That when I see some it will be a strange day.
Green eggs and ham!   Yet we found in this book
That at last he's persuaded to take one more look.
A look, then a taste, then a voice filled with glee,
"I do like to eat these strange things for my tea."
Green eggs and ham!   I'd soon throw them out,
And Nana would too, I don't have a doubt.
Your Mummy and Daddy would also agree
We shouldn't have green eggs and ham for our tea.
So maybe that story was not quite so true
As Sam-I-am tried to tell me and tell you.
We'll stick with our spinach and brocolli too,
Now they're green enough for both me and you.
Our eggs will be yellow, our ham remain pink;
That's alright for me.   Now.   What do you think?


(With apologies to Dr. Seuss)

The Pig

They say that the pig got so very big

Because he was bred to be so;

And he wallows in mud and burrows in dirt

Because it was meant to be so.

But whether the things that they say of the pig

Are true, I do not really know,

For a pig is a pig, very pink, round and big

And I know that is all that I know!

A rat and a cat and Eve

Into the room came a big fat cat
And it looked around and it saw a rat!
The rat the cat saw sat on a mat
Wrinkling its nose like any old rat.
The cat growled softly on seeing the rat:
"I'll shift you, rat, from off that mat!"
It scurried and pounced but the wary rat
Had fled, vacating the worn old mat.
It dashed and hid 'neath an old felt hat -
Just fancy that - a rat under my hat!
And the cat looked round and saw no rat,
So it sauntered out saying, "There, that's that!"
But as soon as she'd gone, the cunning old rat
Looked out from the hat and seeing no cat
Scurried right back to sit on that mat.

Eve told me this story - I remember the time -
And somehow it all began to rhyme.
So we wrote it down to see how it looks,
For this isn't a poem you'll find in books.
We both agree that it looks alright
So we'll stop right here and say, "Good night!"