The name of a character from my novel "For the Love of Rosie" (available from Lulu.com!!) appears in this short piece. It is very different in just about every respect from the book, though!
Hickory Major, full of tricks
Went down to the river, played pooh-sticks,
And when the girls came out to play
Hickory Major found plenty to say.
He said, "I'll race your sticks with mine,
Come along lassies, you sweet divine,
Come and race your sticks with me
Under the bridge and past the tree!"
Then Rosie Bagshaw, hair in many a tress
And sporting the prettiest lemon dress
Tossed her head gladly and prettily lied
That her stick had been caught by a mystical tide,
Had been taken away like all pooh sticks are
Right down the river and to lands afar
And there was nothing to say, she'd won the race fair
For racing with pooh-sticks, so jolly well there!
Hickory Major went home in tears,
He was sure he'd been duped, it had happened for years,
But try as he might he couldn't think why
Sweet Rosie Bagshaw had made him cry.
That night as he slept in his old feather bed
And thoughts scuttled round inside his head
And twisted and rattled and came to nought
He suddenly hit upon his very last thought ...
They found him at dawn with a smile on his face:
He was dead, it is true, but he died in grace,
And still it is said, and there can be no tricks,
You can hear him cackling and playing pooh sticks
©Peter Rogerson 08.12.08