Light hearted poem about a child and her imaginary giraffe friend called George |
I will just take my giraffe and go I have a friend His name is George He is a giraffe as tall as my house We have fun together Walk for miles along the fields He lets me ride him We run as fast as the wind My long golden hair flows behind me like a sheet As George gallops at speed through the trees I hold on tight He is my friend My protector I feel safe We have fun all the time He eats leaves on the trees Helps me pick apples with his height Licks my face with his long black tongue I giggle ‘Cos it tickles My companion, my best friend I love him lots And he loves me too Mummy says he’s all in my head He’s not He’s real He’s my friend She says, “Good morning George” every day He doesn’t answer, he only speaks to me It’s our precious secret we keep Mummy said I have to tidy my room Instead, George and I sit and chat She shouts at me, George runs “Come back George” I cry I need him Mummy scared him Now he’s gone Mummy says George isn’t welcome now She goes downstairs and I cry I get angry and throw my dolls I don’t like these toys I don’t like this house I pack my Barbie bag with my fairy dress and wings I don’t want to stay George taps on the window I am so happy I could burst “I would never leave you" he says “I thought you were gone” I sob As I climb to the edge of the ledge I slide down George’s back We can run away fast as the wind I scream in pain My hand hurts and so does my back Mummy comes to my aid “What happened? She gasps “It’s lucky we live in a flat Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed” George peeps round the corner looking sad “No! No! No! I want George” I demand Mummy smiles says “Not in the house” I stand up I am covered in mud “Then I am leaving," I stamp, splattering both of us in mud "I will just take my giraffe and go!” Mummy smiles She takes my hand gently “George isn’t your only friend We love you too Please come inside and get warm” I wave to George He winks with a smile “Goodnight George, see you soon!” I whisper “Back at ya Kid” He shouts back I giggle Mummy can’t hear him He only speaks to me It’s our little secret I have a friend He is a giraffe His name is George He runs fast as the wind I love him lots And he loves me too He is my bestest friend |