Children will be children and we certainly were....
I was eleven
My sister was ten
Another trouble
She got us in
We were standing
In the kitchen
Talking-
When she
Came up with
A brilliant idea
She wanted to see
If a spoon
Gently tapped
Onto my glasses
Would break the glass
The glass shattered-
She only did one side
We got a whipping
Again.... .... ....
Edie Batstone's first book of colourful picture poems invites us to jump into a child's world of wonder and possibility, just as a child jumps into a puddle - knowing only that it seems like a good idea at the time! Join her on this journey of disco
JUST HAVING FUN.
SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING,
THAT I MIGHT HAVE DONE.
Michael D.
And to think you blamed your younger sister!
Another fine mess you've gotten us into, sis...