Friday 14 November 2014

Another poem of the year.

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!

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