my old schools a library now
my first teachers had these names :)


First Day

And here I am.
I'm nearly five now actually
And I know
Maureen is younger than me.
So we can apparently play in
This sandpit forever.
I shan't speak of the pin that
Is holding my skirt up that my
Mummy put in with a whisper.

Miss Nag please
Show me where to go...
I really want to follow.

Or perhaps a Mrs Bloodsworth
Would chuck me on a chin.

















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-17 at 01:55

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Joan Black
I liked it very much!
2012-05-20


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Well Jenks,
If Mrs. Bloodsworth is no longer around, I'll be happy to take
her place and chuck you on your chin

Enjoyed your poem

xxxx Stan
2012-04-17



Aww . . . sweet!
2012-04-17