Mummy was poorly with an achy head So daddy thought he’d bring breakfast in bed. He switched on the kettle to make some tea But forgot to put the water in OH DEAR ME! It hissed and spat and suddenly blew, That was the end of mummy’s brew! Next was the toast under the grill, He forgot about it for ages until He realised it had turned all black He ran round the kitchen like a jumping jack! Off went the smoke alarm the toast in the bin! Poor daddy stood there just rubbing his chin. He put some Rice Crispies into a bowl Poured on some milk and buttered a roll. He picked a flower which was really a weed, Looked at the breakfast tray lovely indeed! How pleased would she be with her breakfast in bed? He tripped over the cat, dropped the tray on his head! Mummy came down had a good laugh With the bowl on his head he looked really daft! The cat looked all pleased licking milk off the floor! He won't do the breakfast again that's for sure!
How many children can relate to this? I remember whenever my mom was ill, there was an air of depression pervading the house, my sister and I wondering what culinary horrors awaited us all. If she wasn't ill in the first place my mom soon took a turn for the worse after a couple of meals. I remember once he made Cambells soup but didn't realise it is condensed and requires water to be added. We all sat down and chewed this thick tomato pancake. Great Job on this K.
The selfish poet
Little poet starts to cry I have no replies, oh why, oh why To get replies you have to give em On others work, then your forgiven.