I have written several poems and stories for children. Herewith is the start of one poem.
Moo Moo has a twisted spine
And his lives are less than nine.
He wiggles up the stairs.
He knocks into chairs.
He twists through the house.
He misses the mouse.
He's too clumsy
to climb a tree like Mumsy.
Or run fast like Acrobat,
a swift cat.
Or jump high like Valentine,
a sinewy feline.
Or catch a fly like Sweety Pie,
An agile guy.
Does his family care?
That Moo Moo doesn't have flair.
Not a bit.
They love him ... clumsy or fit.