The Babysitter

When mum goes out
A girl comes round,
She seems to be quite old.

She wears a top
With strappy sleeves,
A wonder she’s not cold.

She’s on the phone
Like all the time,
Her Instagram is scrolled.

But that’s okay,
It’s easier
To keep my charge controlled.

I Don’t Want to Get Up

I don’t want to get up,
It’s warm in my bed,
And besides which,
There are dreams in my head.

I don’t want to get up,
I can’t find my clothes,
Only ripped trousers,
And I’m not wearing those.

I don’t want to get up,
There’s nothing to eat,
The dog ate my cornflakes,
Instead of his meat.

I don’t want to get up,
I can’t go to school,
There’s a very good reason,
I’ll think of it soon.

Autumn

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.