She could hear her mother coming
Hide them quick she thought but where
Went to shove them in the wardrobe
Better not she might look there
Should she hide them in the dolls house
In her bag, under the char
Thought i don, t know where to hide them
Cos she might look any where
She could hear mum on the landing
Nothing for it jumped in bed
Book and torch squashed down beside her
Dragged the duvet round her head
Next thing mum was in her bedroom
Gently tucking up her cover
And thank heavens had, n, t caught her
Reading Lady Thing, s Lover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such beautiful words from such a beautiful woman..