First prize winner for adults:
Dizzy Lizzie DOB: 15/05/00
As Lizzie was driving along in her car
She looked at her map and said ‘Chaffcombe’s not far’
By the rezzie she drove and off down the lane
Past pothole, and bunting, and the odd blocked drain
There’s Gaylards Lane, now not very far
She straightened her crown and got out of the car
Across the field with Phillip beside her
What no tea! Only Chris’s rough cider
She watched all the games and joined in the races
Won the three legged tied with Phil’s laces
Along the track she almost flew
Face bright red and crown askew
Now back to Buck House, but what’s she found
A quiet secret stop at the old village pound
Then as she drove off she said ‘what a hoot’
I’ve got John’s totem pole in my boot.
Second prize for adults:
What will we be doing in Chaffcombe on the morn of the Jubilee?
The poetry competition winner is planting up a tree!
Clothes are billowing in breezes on scarecrows stood having their say,
While church bells ring out round the parish, to usher in the glorious day.
What will we be doing in Chaffcombe after lunchtime on Jubilee?
The Umpire’s raising his finger as the bowler appeals with great glee,
It’s cricket time for the men folk, reliving their childhood dreams,
Wealding their bats with abandon, all heroes of bygone teams.
What will we be doing in the afternoon sun on the day of the Jubilee?
The young children are looking forward to a sweet tasting, scrumptious tea,
Who will win the three-legged race and triumph in the egg and spoon?
Wheel barrows and sacks will be flying until the time of the rising moon.
What will we be doing in Chaffcombe at twilight on Jubilee?
With children safely tucked up in their beds, the parents are now suddenly free.
Skittles fly with abandon as some for the prizes they press
Whilst others bask with warm feeling that the day has been quite a success!
Other entries from adults:
Monday, the fourth of June,
Jubilee celebrations in Chaffcombe village,
Old and young alike will soon
Enjoy an entertaining voyage.
A voyage into past sights
Taking part in many pursuits,
All of those childhood delights
Forgotten, yet not quite forgotten roots.
Cricket, rounders, skittles for free
Races, wellie throwing, splat the rat.
Then comes the afternoon tea
Children excited and hungry as a bat.
A ‘healthy’ barbeque I don’t think
To stimulate the ravenous adults
For a game of skittles and table tennis or sink
Into a game of boules in exults.
The birds sing as dusk approaches towards the night,
The sun is setting, amber and rose,
The moon is rising full and bright
For our moonlight walk bringing our day to a close.
Twas good Queen Bess that ruled this land
And before that time did Chaffcombe stand
And now we have our own Queen Bess
(some folks round here say”Lizabeth”)
She’s long been queen and long may be
For none wants change, not you or me
This village dear throughout her time
Is peaceful, fair and good and fine
So let all Chaffcombe raise a cheer
For this and many a “Queen Bess Year”.
There was a young lady, our Queen
Who came to the throne almost green.
Now sixty years later, she everyone’s mater.
I hope she beats Vicky ….. How mean!?!
Here is a poem about the Diamond Jubilee.
I think you’ll like it because it’s poetry.
The Queen has reigned for 60 years.
She wears a crown above her ears.
Buckingham Palace is her home,
There she sits on a golden throne.
We are the public and we are proud,
So stand there and cheer out loud.
(10 years old)
The Queen is great.
She rules the land
And lives in a house that is very grand.
She has three sons and one daughter too
She likes dogs and has a few.
It is the Queen’s diamond Jubilee
Lots of fun for you and me.
(8 years old)