A Narrow Escape

I wrote this when I was eleven years old during the free time after exam. I had just got the thought that 'lizard' and 'wizard' are rhyming words, and I wrote the poem down.
Sitting on the bench,
At the end of the lane,
As Jack’s thoughts wandered,
It started to rain.

Soaking wet,
And chilled to his toes,
He ran to the nearest house,
Where the black lily grows.

As he ran towards the house,
There appeared a wizard.
He said, “Shall I change you
Into a frog or lizard?”

“No thanks,” said Jack,
As he turns about,
Looking for the gate,
To run away and out.

“You can’t just disappear!”
Cackles the wizard, “My dear!”
“It’s not as easy as that!
Now tell me, Shall I change
You to a bat or a rat?”

Now little Jack, was really in a mess,
For he was already short,
And he didn’t want to shrink any less.

“Well, tell me,” He told the wizard,
“Can you please stop?
For I don’t want to fly or crawl or hop

“Do you know?” said the wizard.
“I like a good meal.
I think you’re fat enough-
Don’t you feel?

I like my food with
Apple pies and mustard,
Noodles and burgers,
And jelly and custard.
But the thing I love the most,
Is fresh human roast!!”

But when he looked around,
Jack was out of sight.
For he had taken his chance,
To run with all his might.

The wizard gave a shout,
Full of despair.
For all he could do was scream
And glare at the horizon,
Where Jack had disappeared.

And Jack gave a sigh,
As his home neared...