{"id":1705,"date":"2010-09-13T07:51:23","date_gmt":"2010-09-13T07:51:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jamesramsden.com\/?p=1705"},"modified":"2010-09-13T07:51:23","modified_gmt":"2010-09-13T07:51:23","slug":"monday-poem-jim-by-hilaire-belloc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jamesramsden.com\/2010\/09\/13\/monday-poem-jim-by-hilaire-belloc\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday poem | Jim, by Hilaire Belloc"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/em>I rediscovered one of my favourite poems the other day – Jim, by Hilaire Belloc. I hope you enjoy reading it. <\/em><\/p>\n

There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
\nHis Friends were very good to him.
\nThey gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
\nAnd slices of delicious Ham,
\nAnd Chocolate with pink inside
\nAnd little Tricycles to ride,
\nAnd read him Stories through and through,
\nAnd even took him to the Zoo –
\nBut there it was the dreadful Fate
\nBefell him, which I now relate.<\/p>\n

You know – or at least you ought to know,
\nFor I have often told you so –
\nThat Children never are allowed
\nTo leave their Nurses in a Crowd;
\nNow this was Jim’s especial Foible,
\nHe ran away when he was able,
\nAnd on this inauspicious day
\nHe slipped his hand and ran away!<\/p>\n

He hadn’t gone a yard when – Bang!
\nWith open Jaws, a lion sprang,
\nAnd hungrily began to eat
\nThe Boy: beginning at his feet.
\nNow, just imagine how it feels
\nWhen first your toes and then your heels,
\nAnd then by gradual degrees,
\nYour shins and ankles, calves and knees,
\nAre slowly eaten, bit by bit.
\nNo wonder Jim detested it!
\nNo wonder that he shouted “Hi!”<\/p>\n

The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
\nThough very fat he almost ran
\nTo help the little gentleman.
\n“Ponto!” he ordered as he came
\n(For Ponto was the Lion’s name),
\n“Ponto!” he cried, with angry Frown,
\n“Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!”
\nThe Lion made a sudden stop,
\nHe let the Dainty Morsel drop,
\nAnd slunk reluctant to his Cage,
\nSnarling with Disappointed Rage.
\nBut when he bent him over Jim,
\nThe Honest Keeper’s Eyes were dim.
\nThe Lion having reached his Head,
\nThe Miserable Boy was dead!<\/p>\n

When Nurse informed his Parents, they
\nWere more Concerned than I can say:-
\nHis Mother, as She dried her eyes,
\nSaid, “Well – it gives me no surprise,
\nHe would not do as he was told!”
\nHis Father, who was self-controlled,
\nBade all the children round attend
\nTo James’s miserable end,
\nAnd always keep a-hold of Nurse
\nFor fear of finding something worse.<\/p>\n

Coming up next: ‘Ghetto Sous-Vide’ by Alastair Instone. <\/em><\/p>\n

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