Edward’s Bad Memory

 

 

Edward was lonely one day, none of his friend were around

Everywhere was very quiet, not a peep or a sound

This was very strange and unusual, not another animal in sight

Not a stir or a movement, something wasn’t quite right.

 

Had his friends told him something and he’d forgotten?

Had his friends birthday slipped his mind? That would make him feel rotten

He paced up and down the jungle trail

Of course! Edward thought I’ll check my email!

 

There were five messages in his Inbox

Three from Fergus the frog and two from Eric the fox

Reminding him not to forget about the circus coming to town

About the tightrope walkers, the fire eaters and the antics of the clown.

 

He ran out of the door, grabbing his coat on the way

How could he forget, he’d been looking forward to this day

He ran with speed, agility and determination

He wished he’d switched on his computer instead of playing his playstation.

 

 

 

Edward had ran so fast his legs started to feel like jelly

If only he’d played outside with his friends instead of watching the telly

He had to sit down and rest his aching feet

Under a tree in the shade away from the stifling heat.

 

He didn’t want to miss the circus, he would only rest a short time

He checked his watch, it was nearly half past nine

There was still a long way to go, nearly half a mile to run

It would be hard work in the hot, baking sun.

 

He was thinking of ways to get there fast, when suddenly of an idea he thought

He’d run back to his home and get the roller blades he’d recently bought

They’d get him there quick, without too much trouble

So he jumped to his feet and started to run at the double.

 

He fitted his boots and off he set again

This would have to work it was now quarter past ten

Edward was more alert by now and started to think

He put on his sun cream, his hat and took a bottle of drink.

 

 

 

He skated as fast as he could, he was almost there

To miss the circus was more than he could bare

He could see his friends waiting outside the big top

The only problem was he was going so fast he knew he couldn’t stop!

 

His legs straight, his arms out front, his mouth open wide

Edward was approaching fast, his friends ran to hide

With a CRASH and a BANG and a THUD he ended up in a pile

Trust Edward to do things in such a theatrical style!

 

He had made it, but with only a few seconds to spare

From now on his memory he would try and improve and he wouldn’t dare

Let his friends down, or let his lateness become a habit

And that is the story of Edward, the very forgetful rabbit.