“What if Father Christmas flew too close to the sun?”
Dom Conlon's Stories and Poetry
Let’s meet to eat!
Jacob and Jacob fear what’s coming down the chimney…
Where is my red bike?
The rag bone man took it to sell for his supper.
Jacob and Jacob find a Halloween trick… goes wrong…
I remember when
the ice cream lady…
Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water.
When Sun was young
he rode the Earth on Hare’s back
They were playing football side by side
when the ball was passed but then went wide…