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    Read this poem please, what do you think the author's intentions were for writing this poem?

    Jim - Rep for all helpers, do you think its meant for children or adults?

    Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion

    There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
    His Friends were very good to him.
    They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
    And slices of delicious Ham,
    And Chocolate with pink inside
    And little Tricycles to ride,
    And read him Stories through and through,
    And even took him to the Zoo--
    But there it was the dreadful Fate
    Befell him, which I now relate.

    You know--or at least you ought to know,
    For I have often told you so--
    That Children never are allowed
    To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;
    Now this was Jim's especial Foible,
    He ran away when he was able,
    And on this inauspicious day
    He slipped his hand and ran away!

    He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!
    With open Jaws, a lion sprang,
    And hungrily began to eat
    The Boy: beginning at his feet.
    Now, just imagine how it feels
    When first your toes and then your heels,
    And then by gradual degrees,
    Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
    Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.
    No wonder Jim detested it!
    No wonder that he shouted ``Hi!''

    The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
    Though very fat he almost ran
    To help the little gentleman.
    ``Ponto!'' he ordered as he came
    (For Ponto was the Lion's name),
    ``Ponto!'' he cried, with angry Frown,
    ``Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!''
    The Lion made a sudden stop,
    He let the Dainty Morsel drop,
    And slunk reluctant to his Cage,
    Snarling with Disappointed Rage.
    But when he bent him over Jim,
    The Honest Keeper's Eyes were dim.
    The Lion having reached his Head,
    The Miserable Boy was dead!

    When Nurse informed his Parents, they
    Were more Concerned than I can say:--
    His Mother, as She dried her eyes,
    Said, ``Well--it gives me no surprise,
    He would not do as he was told!''
    His Father, who was self-controlled,
    Bade all the children round attend
    To James's miserable end,
    And always keep a-hold of Nurse
    For fear of finding something worse.

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    It's a 'that will learn the spoilt little b'stard poems' :thumbsup: I think - Tricycles to ride, That Children never are allowed To leave their Nurses in a Crowd, The Miserable Boy was dead may be a clue :whistling:

    hi

    i would say mean't for children a warning to do as your told, along similar lines of aesops fables & mathilda

    stephx

    Matilda, (Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death).
    By Hilaire Belloc

    Matilda told such dreadful lies,
    It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes;
    Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth,
    Had kept a strict regard for truth,
    Attempted to believe Matilda:
    The effort very nearly killed her,
    And would have done so, had not she
    Discovered this infirmity.
    For once, towards the close of day,
    Matilda, growing tired of play
    And finding she was left alone,
    Went tiptoe to the telephone
    And summoned the immediate aid
    Of London's nobel Fire-Brigade.
    Within an hour the gallant band
    Were pouring in on every hand,
    From Putney, Hackney Downs and Bow,
    With courage high and hearts a-glow
    They galloped, roaring though the town,
    "Matilda's house is burning down"
    Inspired by British cheers and loud
    Proceeding from the frenzied crowd,
    They ran their ladders through a score
    Of windows on the ball-room floor;
    And took peculiar pains to souse
    The pictures up and down the house,
    Until Matilda's aunt succeeded
    In showing them they were not needed
    And even then she had to pay
    To get the men to go away!
    . . . . .
    It happened that a few weeks later
    Here aunt was off to the Theatre
    To see that interesting play
    The Second Mrs Tanqueray.
    She had refused to take her niece
    To hear this entertaining piece:
    A deprivation just and wise
    To punish her for telling lies.
    That night a fire did break out-
    You should have heard Matilda shout!
    You should have heard her scream and bawl,
    And throw the window up and call
    To people passing in the street-
    (The rapidly increasing heat
    Encouraging her to obtain
    Their confidence)-but all in vain!
    For every time she shouted "Fire!"
    They only answered "Little Liar!"
    And therefore when her aunt returned,
    Matilda, and the house, were burned.

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    big-boy;6931945

    It's a 'that will learn the spoilt little b'stard poems' :thumbsup: I … It's a 'that will learn the spoilt little b'stard poems' :thumbsup: I think - Tricycles to ride, That Children never are allowed To leave their Nurses in a Crowd, The Miserable Boy was dead may be a clue :whistling:



    So you're saying the writers intentions were to teach children to follow rules or to teach parents to keep an eye on them?

    PraxxtorCruel;6932007

    So you're saying the writers intentions were to teach children to follow … So you're saying the writers intentions were to teach children to follow rules or to teach parents to keep an eye on them?



    To teach children to follow rules :thumbsup: though unless it now involved a hoodie, UH Dunnno, fags, pot or under age sex / pregnancy I don't quite think the kids of today will appreciate the subtlety or comprehend it ;-)

    Albert and the Lion

    There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
    That's noted for fresh air and fun,
    And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
    Went there with young Albert, their son.

    A grand little lad was young Albert,
    All dressed in his best; quite a swell
    With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
    The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

    They didn't think much of the Ocean:
    The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,
    There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
    Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.

    So, seeking for further amusement,
    They paid and went into the Zoo,
    Where they'd Lions and Tigers and Camels,
    And old ale and sandwiches too.

    There were one great big Lion called Wallace;
    His nose were all covered with scars -
    He lay in a somnolent posture,
    With the side of his face on the bars.

    Now Albert had heard about Lions,
    How they was ferocious and wild -
    To see Wallace lying so peaceful,
    Well, it didn't seem right to the child.

    So straightway the brave little feller,
    Not showing a morsel of fear,
    Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle
    And pushed it in Wallace's ear.

    You could see that the Lion didn't like it,
    For giving a kind of a roll,
    He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im,
    And swallowed the little lad 'ole.

    Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence,
    And didn't know what to do next,
    Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert',
    And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'

    Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom -
    Quite rightly, when all's said and done -
    Complained to the Animal Keeper,
    That the Lion had eaten their son.

    The keeper was quite nice about it;
    He said 'What a nasty mishap.
    Are you sure that it's your boy he's eaten?'
    Pa said "Am I sure? There's his cap!'

    The manager had to be sent for.
    He came and he said 'What's to do?'
    Pa said 'Yon Lion's 'et Albert,
    'And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too.'

    Then Mother said, 'Right's right, young feller;
    I think it's a shame and a sin,
    For a lion to go and eat Albert,
    And after we've paid to come in.'

    The manager wanted no trouble,
    He took out his purse right away,
    Saying 'How much to settle the matter?'
    And Pa said "What do you usually pay?'

    But Mother had turned a bit awkward
    When she thought where her Albert had gone.
    She said 'No! someone's got to be summonsed' -
    So that was decided upon.

    Then off they went to the P'lice Station,
    In front of the Magistrate chap;
    They told 'im what happened to Albert,
    And proved it by showing his cap.

    The Magistrate gave his opinion
    That no one was really to blame
    And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
    Would have further sons to their name.

    At that Mother got proper blazing,
    'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she.
    'What waste all our lives raising children
    To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!'



    Maybe its just supposed to be funny?.... Appealing to all

    PraxxtorCruel;6932007

    So you're saying the writers intentions were to teach children to follow … So you're saying the writers intentions were to teach children to follow rules or to teach parents to keep an eye on them?



    The writer is definitely writing for a younger audience.. the rhythmn of the poem is fun and easy going, it's designed to appeal to children... much like the Dr Seuss style x

    Silly imagery to make the writers point

    Are we doing your homework for you? :whistling:
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