Character, Fiction, Poetry

30th October 2016

A tale by Brian F Kirkham (inkdrop) in response to the Daily post prompt


There was a lad called Gulliver

who’s parents were reliant

related to the Beanstalk Jack

(the one who killed the Giant)

Compared to Jack – He wasn’t that tall

and by the beanstalk he looked quite small

he went exploring off to the sea

as well as looking for summat for tea

His boat was harshly hit to and fro,

and young Gulliver washed up on shore in the snow

“We’ve got you!” said a little man he saw by his side

but he couldn’t rise up – he tried and he tried

His hopes of escape

they were dashed by the small

tied by ropes to the ground

he couldn’t move at all

And so he did sleep – until on one day

his strength did return and the ropes they gave way

But his boat it were broken so he sent Dad a letter

“Will be home soon” he said “When boat it is better”

So soon they were friends – Gulliver and Small

and the Islanders were grateful he really was tall

as Gulliver harvested crops in the day

a yearful’s supply – so the villagers could play.



A tale inspired by the Fairy Tale little red riding hood…but with a twist

Little miss red was on her way
To her grannies house she was off to stay.
Through forest trees she walked between
Mr Wolff watched looking quite keen.
To eat miss red with her apples for tea
Mr Wolff licked his lips with glee.
He made his way through the bracken clear,
But then lo, behind him who should appear ?
Just as Red she sat and slept,
Her guardians grabbed old Wolff as he leapt
And as Miss Red to her grannies made way
The wolf was bundled up and carried away