Tilly Milligan

Tilly Milligan thought she knew everything,
"The capital of China is Beijing!"
Tilly would spout to anyone she thought wasn't very bright.
This was everyone really within her beady little sight.

Tilly Milligan thought she knew it all.
Although she was barely four feet tall.
She would correct her parents and even her teacher,
with a nasty smile, not her best feature.

"Enough! No more!" they all cried in unison.
"Tilly Milligan must be taught a lesson.
A crafty plan is what we need,
who will volunteer to do the deed?"

"I have a plan," said the baker, Mrs. Wise.
"I'll bake her a pie with a little surprise."
Mrs. Wise had devised a secret recipe.
"T'will stop her conceit, I guarantee."

"A slice of  humble pie is what she really deserves.
Made with lots of peppercorn and chilli preserves,
A spoonful of honey and a pinch of salt,
some cod liver oil and a smidgeon of malt."

"A pie baked for you," said Mrs.Wise.
When Tilly saw it with her greedy eyes,
her mouth began to water and dribble,
"I'll just have a bite, perhaps a little nibble."

In two seconds flat the pie had disappeared
Down the gullet (while everyone cheered).
Tilly bounced around like a silly goat,
Pointing at the fire burning in her throat.

From that day on, not a sound could be heard,
Not one fact, a remark, not even a word.
Tilly Milligan had learnt an important lesson,
From now on she would eat from the delicatessen!

The missing 'A'

I've looked everywhere.
Even over there.

So where could it be?
It's not under the lemon tree.
Could it possibly be somewhere behind me?

Is it over there on top of the bench?
In the bin? Oh, the stench!

Is it hiding in front of my nose?
Or is it squished in between my toes?
Nobody knows!

Follow the dog, he must know.
Nose to the ground, off he goes.

Round and round the gum tree.
One, two, three.
Where could it be?


Oh, I remember now!
I hid it under the terry towel.

I've found the missing letter 'A'.
I can use it now, to spell words like today,
and happy and hooray.