Typically Luke Poem 3 - All Stuck Up
Luke’s been playing with the glue again
Now everything sticks everywhere
There’s food glued to the table
And his bum is glued to the chair
My feet are glued to the floorboards
My hands are glued to my side
I’ve even noticed the odd bird or two
Glued to the branches outside
I can see it will be one of those days
Clearing up will take forever
I was going to read my favourite book
But the pages are glued together
So I wouldn’t come and visit right now
Because things are a little bit wacky
And you may not be able to leave
What with everything being so tacky
I think I’ll just stand here a while
To be honest I’m frightened to sit
Maybe tomorrow will be better
As for today, well I’m stuck with it.
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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