Amelie and the Whale
The sky was blue and the clouds were white
As Amelie awoke to the morning light
Stretching her hands and scratching her hair
She pulled on a dress that was sat on the chair
Click on the kettle and spring up the toast
Today Amelie was off to the coast!
“I mustn’t forget my watch”, she thought
The one in the market, yesterday she bought
She hopped on her bicycle and began to ride
Through towns and villages, towards the seaside
Amelie passed a giant lake to her right
So she stopped to take in the magnificent sight
Whilst leaning over the water, she saw perfection
But then off slipped her watch into her reflection
“Oh no, my watch!” She sighed with regret
“Now it’s going to be soaking wet!”
Looking around, there was no one to be seen
Expect for a boy, no older than nineteen
Holding a rod higher than him
Made of willow, long and thin
Casting out to the water, deep
The line was tense, strong and steep
“Excuse me, pardon me
My name is Amelie
I saw you fishing from across the lake
And wondered what you are using for bait?”
Reaching down inside his coat
He pulled out what was attached to the float
With a look of confusion and a flick of her hair
Amelie could do nothing but stare!
There in his hand was a marshmallow, pink
Rubbing her eyes she continued to blink
“A marshmallow” he said, “If used as bait
Will catch a chocolate fish, as long as you wait!”
Then all of a sudden there was tug
Pulling the boy to the ground with a thud
Scrambling to his feet he pulled
And pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled
Until…
Out from the ripples emerged a beast
A humongous, magnificent chocolaty feast!
It was Whale for sure, Amelie saw
But a different Whale what she had seen before
“I don’t believe my eyes”, she said
“Quick” mouthed the boy, grabbing the thread
The sun was hot and high that day
And the pair did not notice the Whale melting away
Soon enough, there was nothing left
Just a large, melted, chocolate mess!
From under the puddle, Amelie saw something shine
A golden watch caught onto the line!
“Hurrah!” She celebrated, rubbing it clean
Although the water had left it a little sea-green
With her watch on her arm and a smile on her face
She climbed on her bike and went home with grace
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