Another poem of the year.

I cleared the desk!

Then it was time for the bag.

Because I’ had lost a key.

I didn’t find it.

But I found this piece of paper which said –

Let’s see how long I can stand up.

Mr Laurent a-comes.

And surely we will sit when he does.

And then stay.

Most of the day.

On our bums.

I think it’s a poem!