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The Number 274: Timothy Pugh
Now this is the story of Timothy Pugh
Who woke up one morning in Regent’s Park Zoo.
He couldn’t recall what had happened before,
Nor how he had boarded the 274.
He couldn’t remember events on the bus,
Nor whether his buggy had caused any fuss;
Nor anything else that had happened that day,
Nor even at all how he’d managed to pay.
But there he was standing in Regent’s Park Zoo
And wondering now what on earth he should do.
And so he decided to call on the bears
And lay out before them his troubles and cares.
They’d listen intently, as that’s what their job is,
And then when you’d finished they handed out lollies.
So Timothy thought he would find where they lived,
Remembering first he should bring them a gift.
He found some old cellophane stuck to his pocket:
It seemed to belong to an old piece of chocolate.
The chocolate had melted and left it all sticky;
Removing it therefore was really quite tricky.
But Timothy tried and at length he succeeded;
The wrapper he took (as the chocolate he needed)
And bearing it solemnly looked for the bears
To whom he would tell all his troubles and cares.
He tried at the Lion House to learn where they were;
The lions to others, though, said they’d defer:
As kings of the jungle it wasn’t their task
Responding to humans and questions they ask!
So Timothy tried the Aquarium House;
A fish there suggested he question a mouse.
“For mice” (it continued) “remember addresses:”
“They cannot rely like us goosefish on guesses.”
“It’s really survival, according to Darwin,”
“Especially so when the neighbour’s cat’s starvin’.”
“At moments like those they must know where to go,”
“To get to a comrade’s and flee from their foe!”
So Timothy left the Aquarium House
And went on his way now in search of a mouse.
He asked at the Bird House to see where they were,
A condor confiding he’d have to confer.
The condor returned but appeared rather glum;
He’d sounded a chum of which this was the sum:
No mouse had been sighted since yesterday’s dinner,
Without one tonight they’d all end up much thinner!
So once more our Timothy went on his way;
Poor chap he was having the most trying day!
He tried with the elephants; tried with the snakes,
As all round the Zoo he was now seen to traipse.
He sadly though never did find any bears
To whom to present all his troubles and cares.
The next thing he knew he was lying in bed;
A kindly old doctor was touching his head.
“He’s still got a temperature, poor little chap,”
“But nothing so bad you need get in a flap.”
“Just give him some rest: it’ll soon go away,”
The kindly old doctor was then heard to say.
So Timothy Pugh, who last birthday was two,
Began to reflect on his trip to the Zoo.
He started to think it had all been a dream,
For that’s what they’re really, whatever they seem.
And as once again now he slips off to sleep
With whispers inside him of Little Bo-Peep,
Yet one thing he finds that he can’t understand:
The cellophane wrapper he holds in his hand.
previously published by New English Review
Regent’s Park Zoo: popularly known as London Zoo.
“sounded a chum”: sought the opinion of a close friend.
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Paul Martin Freeman is an art dealer in London. The poem is from The Bus Poems: A Tale of the Devil, currently in preparation. His book, A Chocolate Box Menagerie, is published by New English Review Press.
Absolutely gallops along.
Nicely done, Paul.
Thank you, Paul. The choice of meter helps.
Fun story with a nice twist at the end.
Thank you, Roy.
Delightful!
Thank you, Mary. (Privately!) that’s the kind of reaction I hope for.
Paul, I love the way this poem romps along with great rhyme and rhythm and, most importantly, a wonderful tale that takes me straight back to childhood days spent at London Zoo. I’ll never forget my first sighting of Guy the gorilla. Thank you for the marvelous trip!
Thank you, Susan. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Paul, I can imagine reading this to children who would be delighted by all the loose ends in the story. The goosefish might be a little scary to those who recalled seeing one. I suppose Timothy traveled to the zoo by bus and baby buggy (of course he wouldn’t remember paying). Captures the disorientation of young children in an urban setting–or indeed of any children who have yet to rationalize their world.
Hello, Margaret. Thank you for your comment.
The 274 (in the UK we read bus numbers like this as “two-seven-four”) is the bus that goes to London Zoo. Timothy is having a feverish dream from which he wakes when the doctor touches his forehead.
Your point about goosefish is well taken. For the book I’ll to change them to goldfish. Not at all scary!
This is a fun poem Paul, with lots of adventure, a happy ending, and with a bit of a mystery to add to the fun. Thank you.
Thank you, Norma. Timothy appears twice more in the book.