Performed by Hannah Ehman
POEM:
There was a crooked man
Who had a crooked home
He had a crooked fence
And had a crooked gnome
He had a crooked garden
Which people came to see
Have you ever seen a hedgerow
Zig-zag past a tree?
You need a crooked key
To get inside his house
Else no-one can get in
Not just his crooked mouse
He lives all by himself
For he never found a wife
He’s not rich or famous
But has a happy life
In his lounge he sits
On his crooked wooden chair
It’s such a perfect fit
You’d think he wasn’t there
He reads when in his chair
Exciting crooked books
It may sound quite simple but
It’s harder than it looks
By his crooked fireplace
Sleeps his crooked cat
Curled up warm and cosy
On her crooked mat
When he cooks his dinner
On his…
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