There once was a boy called GOULD.
Walking early one morning to be schooled.
He spotted an urban grassy GREEN.
It was the most beautiful scene.
He crossed the bridge, but saw no troll.
At the end he noticed a hole.
Kneeling down he glimpsed what looked like trash
But reaching in, found it was a stash.
He opened it up and saw paper and pen.
Wrote his name and put it back again.
It’s there for you to find today.
Not to far from where the children play.