There's a Gruble in my Garden
- alongtimegone
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There's a Gruble in my Garden
There’s a Gruble in my garden
who wears rainbow coloured clothes.
He lives beneath the gimble patch
Where no one ever goes.
If you’re curious I’ll show you,
but you’ve got to promise me
you’ll never tell a single soul.
That’s how it’s got to be.
We’ll tiptoe from our bedrooms
and steal along the hall,
then down the stairs, across the yard
up to the garden wall.
We’ve got to be as quiet as mice
‘cause on the other side,
if the Gruble hears a noise,
beneath the gimble patch he’ll hide.
He won’t be there this morning,
nor in the afternoon.
But set your clock for midnight
and provided there’s a moon
He’ll be digging out the mungle weeds
and chopping through the ling,
to clear the ground of carbles
for the annual rickshing
It’s a really wondrous sight to see,
a rickshing celebration.
Grubles come from every corner
of the Gruble nation.
Their tables all are laden
with every fine delight.
Baked quimbles, creamy piggler
and barbequed quambite.
The party lasts for eldons.
Till the mungle weed grows back.
Then they finish with a lively dance
they call the rakanbak.
But as the moon gets lower.
Just before the sun turns red.
The Grubles leave the way they came
and go back home to bed.
And the Gruble in my garden
with the rainbow coloured clothes,
climbs back into the gimble patch
where no one ever goes.
who wears rainbow coloured clothes.
He lives beneath the gimble patch
Where no one ever goes.
If you’re curious I’ll show you,
but you’ve got to promise me
you’ll never tell a single soul.
That’s how it’s got to be.
We’ll tiptoe from our bedrooms
and steal along the hall,
then down the stairs, across the yard
up to the garden wall.
We’ve got to be as quiet as mice
‘cause on the other side,
if the Gruble hears a noise,
beneath the gimble patch he’ll hide.
He won’t be there this morning,
nor in the afternoon.
But set your clock for midnight
and provided there’s a moon
He’ll be digging out the mungle weeds
and chopping through the ling,
to clear the ground of carbles
for the annual rickshing
It’s a really wondrous sight to see,
a rickshing celebration.
Grubles come from every corner
of the Gruble nation.
Their tables all are laden
with every fine delight.
Baked quimbles, creamy piggler
and barbequed quambite.
The party lasts for eldons.
Till the mungle weed grows back.
Then they finish with a lively dance
they call the rakanbak.
But as the moon gets lower.
Just before the sun turns red.
The Grubles leave the way they came
and go back home to bed.
And the Gruble in my garden
with the rainbow coloured clothes,
climbs back into the gimble patch
where no one ever goes.
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Re: There's a Gruble in my Garden
For some reason Wazza that tickles my fancy and I can tell you my fancy is very hard to tickle, Makes me wish my grandkids were young again.
Good one Mate
Bob
Good one Mate
Bob
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After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
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Re: There's a Gruble in my Garden
Dam fantastic mate It's true no Gumbles about it now
bill the old battler
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- alongtimegone
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Re: There's a Gruble in my Garden
Thanks Maureen, Bob, Bill. I was leafing through some old exercise books in which I used to jot down ideas, and came across the first verse of the poem, written years ago and forgotten about. It tickled my fancy too Bob. Which like yours is not only hard to tickle but also hard to find. Seems like I've lost lots of bits over the years and my fancy is one of them. Anyway set out to finish it and must have been in the right frame of mind because it wrote itself from that point.
Glad you enjoyed it Bill.
Cheers ... Wazza
Glad you enjoyed it Bill.
Cheers ... Wazza
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Flick through the web and find some of your local school sites Wazza I'm sure they would love to see you post it ?
Bob
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After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
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Nice one, Wazza.
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Re: There's a Gruble in my Garden
Mate that, with some good illustrations would be as good - and probably better than a lot of the crappy kids books today. Onya
Cheers, Marty

Cheers, Marty