Johnny’s unhappy
Hi ho, hi ho! Thanks for visiting the periodical.
Today’s post is a return to writing. I haven’t been doing enough of that recently but have really enjoyed putting this together. It is a work in progress and at 441 words is a tad on the short side so there is still a way to go.
Hope you enjoy and please leave a comment with your feedback if you’d like to.
Johnny’s unhappy.
Our story begins at a quarter to two
with Johnny still trying to tie up his shoe.
“Hurry up” his Mum calls, “we can’t be too long”.
“Aw Mum I can’t do it, it keeps going wrong”.
Mum hunches over and helps him to tie
“You’ll get there in time, as long as you try”.
With shoes fastened up they head into town
but Johnny’s unhappy, he’s wearing a frown,
“I should like to be able to do it myself,”
he mutters and grumbles and moans to himself.
They get to the shop at a quarter to three
to pick up ingredients for Johnny’s tea
but a tin that they need is way up out of reach,
this makes Johnny mad and he lets out a screech.
So Mum, she comes over and offers to help,
poor Johnny goes red now he’s starting to yelp.
Mum stretches up and brings the tin down
but Johnny’s unhappy, he’s wearing a frown,
“I should like to be able to do it myself,”
he mutters and grumbles and moans to himself.
They’re back in the house at a quarter to four
and Johnny, now stomping, shoves open the door.
He takes off his coat to hang on the pegs
but he knows he can’t reach, not with his tiny legs.
Mum tries to cheer him by playing the clown
but Johnny’s unhappy, he’s wearing a frown,
“I should like to be able to do it myself,”
he mutters and grumbles and moans to himself.
They sit down to tea at a quarter to five,
yes, a quarter to five is when teatime’s arrive.
There’s food that needs cutting upon Johnny’s plate
So he slashes and slices, it makes him irate.
“Why can’t I do it?” He gulps down a tear,
now mum strokes his cheek, “let me help you my dear”.
She cuts up his steak into small lumps of brown
but Johnny’s unhappy, he’s wearing a frown,
“I should like to be able to do it myself,”
he mutters and grumbles and moans to himself.
The pots are all washed at a quarter to six,
Mum fusses, all flustered with laundry to fix.
Johnny feels sorry and makes her a card
to thank her for helping with things that are hard.
She tells him he’ll get there, as long as he tries,
Mum really is lovely, she’s kind and she’s wise.
He tugs at her sleeve, she turns to bend down
“You did this on your own? You deserve a gold crown!”
“I drew it and coloured it all by myself,”
Jonny cried as Mum put it high on the shelf.
So that’s it for today, thanks for reading 
Claire, I love how the “Mums” in your stories so gracefully handle the challenging aspects of childhood. The way that their gracefulness leads their children back around and brings them closer is so neat. Great job!
Such a sweet poem/story!!
Love the tune