Thursday 6 November 2008

Poetry Chapbook 06

Thank Breakfast it’s morning!

A round of toast and orange juice
Some cereal to eat
I love my breakfast every day –
My favourite one to eat

No more monsters on the bed
No skeletons at all
No ghosts to dace round sleepy heads
No spiders on the wall

Instead I play with plastic toys
That come from wheaty grains
And turn my face up to the sun
(except for when it rains).


4 comments:

Unknown said...

Word-perfect!

Rachel Green said...

I thank you :)

aims said...

So sweet and almost childlike.

Rachel Green said...

It's written from the child's POV, so thank you :)