This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Run, run,And I'll let you pass;You can catch me,I'm the gingerbread lass.But I don't care if you're fast;I'm slow,'Cos I'm going the paceThat my feet can go.You...
This story only available on Stories SpaceOnce upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Puddin...
Big ones, small ones,Ones with boogly eyes;Tall ones, fat ones,Ones with thunderthighs;Good ones, bad ones,Holy ones that pray;Naughty ones, pathetic ones,Ones that laze all day;Ones that bounce off ceilings,Ones that bounce off walls;Ones that stay so si...
