A poem by Tiny Manu
The time was nearly half past one
And I was feeling all alone.
Then I thought “It’s time for food”
And this is very, very good.
First I thought, “I’ll have some fruit
And then, perhaps, a nice biscuit.”
I decided on an apple for now
And I looked for one, both high and low.
There was a banana, orange and a pear
But I could see no apple near.
I was sad, because apples are great
And it would be a tasty treat.
Then I found an apple where it should
Not be. Under the sofa, covered in mould.
The dust down there made me cough
And I told mummy, even though
I knew she’d be angry to find an apple there
I said “It wasn’t me, I don’t sit here!”
Mummy said I was very brave
To be so honest, so I could have
A meal from the cooking book I like to read.
So I had sausage soup and crusty bread.
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