The picnic wasn’t such fun.
There was supposed to be sun.
Mum forgot the toffee, and
Dad forgot the coffee.

Cousin Laura forgot the apples,
Cousin Lawrence forgot the papples.
The weather was dreary.
It made me feel weary.

Baby Grace lost her dummy
so instead she bit her Mummy.
My little brother ran around
and then he fell straight to the ground.
He tugged the picnic blanket over,
which made me feel super sober.

Then the sky began to darken.
Then my mood began to lighten.

We packed up the picnic and rushed straight home,
scarcely greeting our garden gnome.

We went up to our rooms and beds,
then blocked sad thoughts out of our heads.

But I thought: “This will be the last
time we forget to check the weather forecast”!