(The story of a Detective)
Once there was a boy named Jack, who called up Dr. Black.
He said his knapsack was gone with Sarawack who always went quack, quack.
(He thought they left on horse back)
So Dr. Black started to pack.
(Without a snack)
He looked, no more to pack!
He grabbed his haversack (that's what he called his sack) then went out back.
He said, "I am Dr. Black. I need to help Jack in his knapsack, Sarawack quack, quack, left on horse back case, with my shack, slack, snack, haversack, drawback."
Then he left and went up the road.
He saw Jack at the top of the track that goes to Jack's back (yard).
Dr. Black went into Jack's back and unpacked.
Then he looked up and saw...
Jack and Sarawack (who went quack, quack) in a knapsack on horseback, and Jack said,
"Why'd you come back, Dr. Black?"
The End
By Nicole Elliott
This is a silly little poem I found today when I was emptying my shelf. I wrote it when I was six or seven.
