The Sun – Part I

by Ned Atkinson aged 10

Come sun,
Like a big yellow bun

Come sun,
Must weigh a ton!

Come sun,
See what we have won

Come sun,
Let’s have some fun

Come sun,
When we run

Come sun,
Rain – we want none

Come sun,
be a hun

Come sun,
Don’t worry – we won’t shoot you with a gun

Come sun,
Sorry about that bad pun

Come sun,
Now this poem is done!

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