A Poem

I’ve written a short poem to entertain, whist I await the photographs to share with you from World Book Day.

World Book Day

I had to dress my child,

As a character she had to go,

From a favourite book,

One that we both know.

She wanted to be a Gruffalo,

But I cannot sew,

So I suggested some staples,

And a lovely throw.

She didn’t fancy that,

So we had another think,

She wanted to be a princess,

In a dress, that was all pink.

I offered her the tablecloth,

With shiny glitter on,

She said that would not do,

And could we go to Amazon,

How about a belt?

And a pillowcase,

I’m sure there was a book,

Based on outer space?

Or even an old school tie,

Tucked inside your drawers,

You could be a cat,

If you walk on all fours.

What about a queen?

With a golden crown,

I think that I could do that,

With a dressing gown.

No more Mummy please,

I think I’ll dress myself,

I want to be inspiring,

Not sat there on the shelf.