Bunyip in the Bookshop

Just before I open the door, I smell an awful smell.
There’s a bunyip in the bookshop, but I promised not to tell.

First I hear my mother say, ‘no more eggs for you!’
Then I hear my father laugh, ‘I think you need the loo?’

Every time I find a book, I touch some sticky slime.
There’s a bunyip in the bookshop, his favourite books all rhyme.

First I hear my mother say, ‘what happened to that book.’
Then I hear my father shout, ‘are you feeling crook?’

At the end of story time I hear a snoring sound.
There’s a bunyip in the bookshop. He’s sleeping on the ground.

First I hear my mother say, ‘Did you hear that snore?’
Then I hear my father laugh, ‘Geez that books a bore.’

Every time I try to read, I hear a crashing noise.
There’s a bunyip in the bookshop. He’s playing with the toys.

First I hear my mother say, ‘What happened to that cup?’
Then I hear my father scream, ‘You’d better clean that up!’

Every time I go to leave, I tread in yucky stuff.
There’s a bunyip in the bookshop, I’ve really had enough!

‘WHO MADE THIS MESS! WHAT HAPPENED HERE AND WHAT’S THAT AWEFUL SMELL!’

‘IT WAS THE BUNYIP IN THE BOOKSHOP, but I promised not to tell!’

Posted in EWG Bookshop Competition Entries.