Poetry and pictures to brighten your day
In autumn the trees
Lose their leaves in the breeze,
Red, golden, or browned.
For us it’s great fun
As they crunch when we run,
And when we kick them around.
But for hedgehogs instead
The leaves are their bed,
Let’s leave them to sleep safe and sound.
My dad dislikes this time of year,
When fireworks go off,
It’s not that they fill him with fear,
More that they make him cough.
Susie is a witch,
Who likes to do cross stitch,
If you treat her well,
She might cast a spell,
Then make your room look kitsch.
First there’s the syrup so bitter and pink,
That I have to take leaning over the sink,
For fear of spilling it down my dress,
And getting in trouble for making a mess.
And then for my skin there’s the creams and the lotion,
Which smell so awful I scream with emotion,
And yet to come are the tablets so huge,
They leave my throat feeling quite bruised.
There’s only one thing worse than taking a pill,
Can you guess?
That’s right, it’s feeling so ill!
Aunty has an old tin
That she keeps all manner in:
Clips for paper, clips for hair,
Lots of buttons going spare,
Lottery tickets that didn’t win,
A tiny brooch without a pin,
And those old rings she doesn’t wear,
Inside a sock that lost its pair.
I think that one day
She’ll put me in there.