One of a book of poems I wrote for my grandson, Oliver. This one features a cuddly toy green dinosaur, named Alf.
“Alf it’s dinner time!” cried mum as she finished off the cooking. “Where is that naughty boy?” she moaned, “I’d better go a-looking” She looked across the lawn and he was nowhere to be seen. He was hiding, lying in the grass because he is bright green. Alf chuckled to himself because he never would be found, But up crept mum and tapped his bum as he lay upon the ground. “You didn’t see me coming!” said Alf’s mummy with a grin. “I’m green too, you silly boy! Now come on, let’s go in.”
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