Teatime - Poem by Michelle Garner
Why is it always bedlam when it gets to feeding time
'whats for tea, I don't like that' the endless droning whine
the dog sits under the table, she's got the right idea
I wish that I could join her, it's safer under there.
There's sausage in the teapot, carrots in the sink
'mum get me a butty', 'mum get me a drink'
I wish I owned a burger bar, a Mc Donalds of my own
at least then I'd earn some money and order takeaway for home!
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