My dad dislikes this time of year,
When fireworks go off,
It’s not that they fill him with fear,
More that they make him cough.
Category: Poems
Susie Is a Witch
Susie is a witch,
Who likes to do cross stitch,
If you treat her well,
She might cast a spell,
Then make your room look kitsch.
Medicines
First there’s the syrup so bitter and pink,
That I have to take leaning over the sink,
For fear of spilling it down my dress,
And getting in trouble for making a mess.
And then for my skin there’s the creams and the lotion,
Which smell so awful I scream with emotion,
And yet to come are the tablets so huge,
They leave my throat feeling quite bruised.
There’s only one thing worse than taking a pill,
Can you guess?
That’s right, it’s feeling so ill!
When Progress Feels Slow
When progress feels slow
It might help to know
That small steps each day
Can be the best way