A four line poem

Oh no!
I got it wrong.
It's Pickle's fence
That's not so strong.

It's Pickle's fence
That's gone all wonky
Because next door
Lives and itchy donkey.

Now you've got a nice strong fence
Let's hope it does its stuff
If you get a big fierce wind
With lots of ferocious puff!

That donkey's so frustrated
Thinks fences are over-rated
Over the top he'll wistfully gaze
Plotting how to get in on future days.

A donkey that's frustrated
Doesn't sound too funny
I suppose we should be grateful
It's not a frustrated bunny.

A frustrated bunny who finds a friend
Would soon make many more
They'd burrow underneath the fence
And be impossible to ignore.

We seem to be a little muddled
As Dobbin doesn't live next door
T'was Loupylou who mentioned it
Just off to check, to be sure!

They'd munch on all your lettuce
And all your flowers too
They'd get a cabbage fettish
Use flowerbeds for their loo

Wildlife can be such a faff
With all the things they do
It's sometimes gives us quite a laff
And causes a hullabaloo.

Oh dear, there is confusion
We've clearly lost the plot
Who is it has the donkey
That likes to watch their spot?

'Twas me with foresaid creature
Who lives just over fence
Whose greed is such a feature
But sadly has little sense

He loves to be fed plenty
Carrots, apples, pears
His tummy's never empty
MY plants are in his stare

He really isn't fussy
Veg, flowers, climbers, shrub
So just why doesn't he help me
By pooing in a tub?

I really wouldn't mind it
Browsing all the weeds
And leaving piles of fresh s..t
To nourish my growing seeds!

Oh dear he sounds so greedy
Not one of the group.
It wouldn't be too hard for him
To eat and then to poop

Phew, we've got it clear then,
We had a dicky fence
But no donkey lives next door
He's got more bluuudy sense!

We have got no fence at all
No dyke, no hedge, no garden wall
No donkey either, lord be praised
Or we'd soon get something raised.

The wind is blowing up a gale
And giving the fence a battering
Now the rain has turned to hail
And wheelie bin lids are clattering

So we have a clean slate,
No fence, no donkey poo
So the next four line verse
Is strictly down to YOU!

We're going to have a shortage
Of school places for our kids
Could this be cos free schools
Were allowed to put in bids

To put in for their funding?
It really wasn't hard
But now it seems that classrooms
Will be put up in the yards.

"It didn't hurt us," people say
"It really wasn't that bad,"
But don't we want our children
To have more chances than we had.

They have to learn far more than us
And quicker than us too
We can't just cram and cram them in
What are the schools to do?

The schools will try to help the kids
To learn all that they can
But when they fail their SATS
The sh*t will hit the fan.

The teachers will of course be blamed
For all this lack of learning
Well really all the children need
Is the space that they are yearning.

Children need room to move
And time to stand and gaze
Cramming them together
Is like lab rats in a maze.

They'll run around in circles
Get angry with each other
And lets be honest they can't all
Be contestants on Big Brother.

Sorry more that four lines but one poem led into the next and became verses instead.

Queen of poems, vampirequeen

Brilliant Vampirequeen - and, sadly, too true

Oh Vampire Queen
When all is said
You've hit the nail
Right on the head

From the MiL of a teacher

Yes, littleflo, I do agree
I couldn't put it better
She captured all the little gripes
and is the new trend setter!

(Sorry VQ, referring to you as 'she' but Vampire queen didn't scan!!)

Cameron refuses to debate
Is he just a coward?
Or is he really worried
He come across like Michael Howard?

Cameron thinks we all came down
In the latest shower,
But if he came here to our town,
I`d knock him off his tower.

Well, I`d like to, anyway!

O now look I'm back again
I said I wouldn't do it
I made a resolution
And then I went and blew it

or Oh even