I picked up a bus in the High Street
then put it down on the park,
I drove my mum to Distraction –
that’s the next town on from Dunkirk.
I stood, like a lemon, in a downpour
and someone gave me a squeeze,
I gave the cold shoulder to Matthew,
in minutes it started to freeze.
I got into hot water for fibbing,
the water didn’t tell me a thing,
I threw bread at a tree for a lark
but instead it decided to sing.
I turned up my nose at the dinner,
it stayed like that for a week,
I tried not to be a wet blanket,
but my shoe laces started to leak.
Chrissie Gittins