The 3 O’Clock Wee!
The 3 O'clock Wee
Everyone or just me?
I wake up for a 3 o'clock wee
Not at 2 or 4, 5 or 6
Can my bladder tell time?
Is it just playing tricks?
My Ogre sleeps all night
Soundly right through
To morning but what
Do other folks do?
For every night at a quarter to 3
I wake up and find
I'm needing a wee
By 3 o’clock I know
That sleep is no more
I stumble in darkness across to the door
It used to be peaceful
There was just only me awake
But now a new twist to this journey I make
My baby watching each night wide awake
Says Mummy “take me,”
Now we go together for a 3 o'clock wee.
My Garden Friends
I am a tiny fairy, I’m yellow top to toe
You’ll find me in the garden where your yellow flowers grow
I hide in pretty marigolds; splash in the morning dew
I play with magic powers and make buttercups shine too.
I’m purple like a pansy, lavender smells like me
I’m hiding in your flowers - where nobody can see
I like it in your garden, it's warm here in the sun
I’m looking out for butterfies to count them one by one!
Pink nose and pink toes and nobody knows
I’m where your rose grows,
I sit in your flowers for hours and hours,
I’m happy all day, Fairy’s here to stay
Work in progress:
Cute as a button twinkle in my eye
I’m a Fairy you can see in the sky
Sunflowers growing up so high
I ride my friend bee and we go up to see
This is the very first poem I wrote when I was about 8, Fairy Glenda might remember this , but as you can see I've not really improved.
The Owl and The Mouse
The once was an owl by the name of Ericko
Who sat on the stones of Jericko
He saw a wood mouse
And then did pounce
On that wood mouse
The woodmouse shrieked
And bit the owl's feet
The Owl did hoot
Then trapped that wood mouse
And took him home to tea
hee-hee!