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Day out
I met a woman with glasses on and she sat upon her bum;
She smiled at me while we both caught the midday blazing sun.
We walked along were the band played loud and the audience ate chips and sung;
The streets were full of people who had come from somewhere then they walked somewhere else for fun.
I met a man with a broken arm who I spoke to and asked him what he’d done;
He said “I fell in the back yard when my wife was out but there’s no course for alarm my son”
It wasn’t his right arm he’d broken and I said “good day I’m glad you’re feeling better as I saw a white swan eating bread that someone had fairly flung”.
To the shops we travelled next and biscuits and butty’s were priority number one;
Then we walked back to the car and my girl friend and my mother ate sandwiches and drank pop for the walking had us done.
On the way back home we opened all the windows and a bumble bee came in and said “hello peter’s mum”;
My mother was smaller than the bumble bee and she was sitting there looking dumb; so we all sat in the back seats and the bumble bee drove us home BRUM BRUM BRUMmmmmmmm.
Stitched on patches and fur all gone
We both grow old we’re getting on
I remember well that long past day
When you arrived on reindeered sleigh
The joy I felt on that Christmas morn
With shouts of glee as wrappings torn
There you lay in white bedding soft
I took you out and held you aloft
Silk soft brindled light brown fur
Salt tears of joy my eyes did blur
Bright button eyes kid leather paws
Smiling mouth and black shiny nose
Oh then was I not the luckiest one
To have such a friend as ‘Brum’
All through life you were my friend
And will be until my journey’s end
(8th in Contest Toyland By Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S
Beep beep as the car drives past
Zooming around so very fast
Wow, Look at him go
Sorry, but no time to stop or go slow!
Whoosh whoosh as the airplane fly’s by
White tracks in the sky as it fly’s high
Where will it go?
A place so cold where it will start to snow!?
Brum brum as the motorbike roars around
Makes a loud noise with its engine sound
Look at all the clothes he has to wear.
And the big hat that covers his hair!
Choo choo as the train passes town
It reaches the station and slows down
It’s long and carries lots of girls and boys
As it moves off it makes such a noise!
Splash splash as the boat skims the sea
Bobbing along, it’s fun you’ll have to agree!
Look at her fishing with her pretty blue rod
She may catch a shark!..or maybe a cod!