I’m sitting with mummy on the door step
She’s relaxing as she’s done all the chores
Mummy cuddles me because our cat Bep
Scratched me so hard with her needle sharp claws
I was supposed to play with my mate Mike
We sit together each day at playschool
Now my arm’s too sore to ride my new bike
But we can have fun in our paddling pool
So Mike’s coming over to play with me
And we can ride our bikes another day
Mummy’s said that he can join us for tea
I’m just so happy Mike’s coming to play!
Categories:
playschool, children, friendship, fun,
Form: Rhyme
The best time when you enjoy
Most of being alive,
Is somewhat gonna be over
With the end of your school life.
From playschool to primary
From primary to high school
It's a place where you get
And leave behind your childhood.
A mysterious fun in attending
Those days, we never know
Until it strikes our head as memories
When everything will go.
No more blackboards to stare at
No more desks to lie on
No more rules to break and
No more arguments to do what you want.
Although many things have got over
But school is not the end.
Maybe you'll have a different fun
In a new college with new friends.
29 October 2014
Categories:
playschool, 12th grade, beauty, childhood,
Form: Rhyme