A Small Story

I was looking through some old files when I came across this poem from 2007. I cant remember if I've posted it before, so here it is...

A SMALL STORY          BY PHILL WILLIAMS

IN A VERY SMALL HOUSE IN A VERY SMALL TOWN
LIVED A VERY SMALL MAN AND HIS NAME WAS BROWN

THE STREET WAS SMALL AND HIS DOG WAS SMALL
BUT THE MAN NEXT DOOR WAS VERY, VERY TALL

“MY NAME IS ED”, THE TALL MAN SAID
“BUT MY HOUSE IS SMALL, SO I BUMP MY HEAD”

“WELL THAT’S A SHAME, MY NAME IS BROWN
IF I CAN HELP, I WONT LET YOU DOWN”

“WELL, THAT’S VERY KIND, MR BROWN”, SAID ED
“I NEED SOME HELP TO CARRY THIS BED…

THE STAIRS ARE STEEP AND THE BED IS LONG
BUT IF YOU HELP I’LL SING A SONG”

AND SO ED AND BROWN BECAME BIG FRIENDS
IN THE LITTLE STREET IN A LITTLE TOWN
WHERE ED SINGS SONGS FOR MR BROWN

IN A LITTLE GARDEN IN THE SUMMER SUN
THEY SIT AND TALK AND SING THEIR SONGS

AND THEIR WIVES ARE HAPPY TO SEE THE FRIENDS
AS THEY CHAT ACROSS THE GARDEN FENCE

ED HAS A SON, BROWN HAS ONE TOO
AND THEY PLAY TOGETHER, AS CHILDREN DO

NOW ED LIKES HIS HOME THAT IS SO SMALL
HE STILL BANGS HIS HEAD AS HE WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR

AND BROWN IS SETTLED WITH HIS WIFE AND CHILD
AND HIS FRIEND NEXT DOOR IN THE LITTLE TOWN

A SMALL STORY BY PHILL WILLIAMS 01/03/2007