Introduction

I wrote this poem in 1991 for a friend's small daughter. Here in England, a kipper is a salted herring and a very popular fish to eat, especially for breakfast.

Little Mister Kipperface

Little Mister Kipperface joined in a boat race
Down on the river one day,
He climbed in the boat and sat upon his coat
To keep his bottom dry from the spray.

In jumped his daughter as he sailed upon the water,
As the boat sank lower, more and more.
A surprised look he gave as he sank beneath a wave,
While his poodle done a paddle to the shore.

Little Mister Kipperface splashed the water every place,
"Help" "Help" "Help" cried he.
A big alligater saw his daughter, so he ate her
As the tide pulled him out to the sea.

He was saved by a sailor who was working on a whaler,
As he bobbed up and down in the brine.
Now he lives with Auntie Nelly in the whales big windy belly,
Catching fishes as he wishes, feeling fine.

So all you little nippers, if you ever see some kippers,
Swimming at a very fast pace,
Give a hearty shout as they swim around about,
For you'll know it's Little Mister Kipperface!!

Copyright; Andrew Matthews
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