door Chester Bak

Daddy fell into the pond

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey

We had nothing to do and nothing to say.

We were nearing the end of a dismal day,

And there seemed to be nothing beyond,

THEN

Daddy fell into the pond

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,

And Timothy danced for sheer delight.

“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!

He’s crawling out of the duckweed.”

CLICK!

And the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,

And doubled up, shakking silently,

And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft

And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.

O, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond

WHEN

Daddy fell into the pond

(dit is een gedicht wat ik uit mijn hoofd heb moeten leren en heb moeten voordragen)