Buttons

In the high cupboard close to the fire We couldn’t go in, punishment was dire We had to behave and be very good None could reach, though on the chair we stood. Keep a lookout and I will climb high The eldest of us said he would give it a try But none could reach that precious prize The prize that was the delight of our eyes. Granddad always gave us a big wide grin We knew he would smile and give us the tin He used to say grandma was a sly old fox Making us behave just for a round button box. He ruffled hair; he opened this tin of jewels Every button you could think of, he was nobody’s fool He knew we would behave and play without being told Going through grandma’s button box, a joy to behold. © 4/02/2013 Competition Entry: Buttons