I get into my pyjamas
I get dressed in my pyjamas again
Adam gets dressed
Pyjamas, pyjamas
Dalton gets into his pyjamas
Gets dressed
Gets into his pyjamas
Not again!
Poems
Alone
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November 18, 2017
by
aged
I may be alone
But I am strong
I’ve stood tall
Even in the toughest of challenges
I’ve faced them
I made my own decisions
Never consulting another
And yet I stand strong
Always second
And sometimes when I look up
The first always has a friend
I have never felt lonely
Yet sometimes
I have a twinge in my heart
As if I am not complete
I don’t have anyone to share my victories
To appreciate my accomplishments
And sometimes I feel
As if my strength is not enough
And I need another
To share her strength
To pick me up
When I fall
Someone to share my fears
Sometimes even the strongest
The loneliest people
Need a shoulder
To cry upon
Mirror
2
November 18, 2017
by
aged
Mirrors are harsh
Sometimes cruel
They are hard to face
Even for the strongest
For it’s easy to point out faults
But hard to face them
You find someone you don’t like
Inside you realize
You have a resemblance
But you deny it
You know that people talk about you
Behind your back
But you deny it
For you refuse to look at a mirror
A mirror reflecting your decisions
Your faults
But I have learnt
That to defeat a mirror
You have to face it
Face your every fault
Every mistake, everything you did
They were in the past
You are a new person now
For you try to improve
Instead of blaming
Or pointing out others’
You see your own
And you face them
You face your mirror
Mum, Please!
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November 18, 2017
by
aged
Mum, when are we going to the zoo?
Mum, when are we?
Let me think.
Mum, but just tell me, mum
Mum, when is it Christmas?
Mum! When is it my birthday?
Mum, when do I go to my friend’s house?
Mum!
Kirby
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November 17, 2017
by
The poodle down the street is my bae.
I try to see her every day.
I rise from bed and bark at the door.
My mom says, “C’mon it’s only four.”
I run outside to find that it’s dark.
I turn back to the door and I just start to bark.
I have a stripe down the middle, makes me look like a skunk.
I kind of wish I had a little doggy bed bunk.
I am and old pupper, I cannot hear.
I still like to scare those pesky, big deer.
I am 16, my whiskers are gray.
I still enjoy cuddles, every day.
I love small strokes, on my nice curly tail.
My price tag read, “50 bucks. On sale!”
I fall asleep, in my small red bed.
I wake to a flatted, side of my head.
I have a blue shock collar, it is a new thing.
If I wander too far, I get a small zing.
I do not have thumbs, it is kind of sad.
But I never do hear “Bad Dog, Bad.”
I do remember Jackson, as just a small tot.
My humans are everything, I love them a lot.
Life as a Defender
1
November 17, 2017
by
aged
Defending is hard
but you will get used to it
Tackling is hard
taking the ball from other players
Chocolate and Sweets
2
November 17, 2017
by
aged
Brother, what is chocolate?
Why?
Because I don’t know.
Sister, what are sweets?
Why?
Because I don’t know.