A Macdrabble tale

SKIMMING

 

Skim, skam, skim in the hush of the air.

Little flat stone bouncing on the water there.

 

 

Little flat stone is smooth and round.

Seems so lonely all on its own.

Seems much better to pick it up.

Oh dear me. Look where it’s gone.

 

Naughty little boy picked it up.

Thought it was a lovely little toy.

Put his fingers round the  flat stone.

Pulled back his arm and boy oh boy.

 

Strange thing happened on that day.

Taught a lesson to a boy who throws.

Little flat stone bounced and bounced.

Right back on the little boy’s nose.