Cannibal Spratt

By Graham Ducker

Cannibal Spratt
Could eat no fat,
And his wife could eat no lean.
So it was great
How they cleaned their plate
And only left the spleen.

Not ones for talk,
They went for a walk,
And a wandering sheep did find.
“Leave it alone.
We’ll follow it home,
But don’t get too far behind.”

It wasn’t very long
When they came upon
Its owner who wasn’t much wiser.
As it was feared
Miss Bo Peep disappeared.
Her lamb was the appetizer.

They both conceded
A dessert was needed
Washed down by a flagon of rye.
Some bits of Jack Horner 
They left in the corner
Amid crumbs from his Christmas pie.
                      
Away up on the hill 
They saw Jack and Jill,
But alas, much to their sorrow,
They were full to the neck;
So said, “What the heck,

We’ll have to come back tomorrow.”


Bio

An honours graduate of Laurentian University with post graduate studies in Special Education, Mr. Ducker spent many years, as a Principal and Primary Specialist, teaching
Kindergarten in Ontario.

His memoir book - Don't Wake the Teacher was published in October 2004. His book of poetry - Observations of Heart and Mind - was launched on Feb. 24/07. 


He travels to Cuba with the Canada Cuba Literary Alliance to do poetry workshops with the Universities English Departments, the libraries, and the Union of Writers and Arts of Cuba.