For life they said fifty pence.
Such a commitment for one to make.
Strong and durable they said.
All for fifty pence I said.
If it doesn't last a life,we will replace.
I wondered if that was me or the bag.
So seduced by possible immortality.
I paid the princely sum.
This is my life for bag.

I was in the garden playing in my tent.
Mummy said I could live in there but I must pay rent.
My sister she joined me and said we could live together.
I said that would be lovely as long as its forever.
All our dolls in the tent were fast asleep.
It was ever so quiet you couldn't hear a peep.

I had laid a lovely blanket down for my bed.
And rolled up some towels as a pillow for my head.
My sister had a sleeping bag that zipped up at the side.
She liked to crawl all the way inside and try and hide.
But the zip got stuck and no matter what it wouldn't turn.
She struggled in the sleeping bag like a big fat worm.

We both had some sandwiches and a bottle of fizzy.
But I drank it down too fast and it made me dizzy.
We also had a lovely big piece of chocolate cake.
It was very yummy it was one my mum did bake.
Soon the sun went in and it started getting chilly.
Mum said time to come in,I said dont be silly.

So we will leave the tent up until tomorrow.
Because taking it down would fill us with sorrow.
So it's time to go in and wash our hands and face.
We both tried to get in at once and it turned into a race
So at last we are in our lovely warm bunk beds.
Off to sleep with dreams whizzing round in our heads

In the winter it's wet and dark.
This rain keeps up we'll need an ark.
Soon the puddles they turn to streams.
Not the type of weather for ice creams.

Wellies and hats is what we wear.
Jumping in puddles without a care.
The playground is all wet and muddy.
Glad I'm wearing my favourite hoddie.

Wind blows the leaves from the trees.
In some places they are upto our knees.
A plastic bag blows past onto a parked Mazda.
I recognise the brand it's from Asda.

The sun tries to poke through the clouds.
Come on sun do yourself proud.
But a big dark rain cloud moves in front.
All the kids give a dissatisfied grunt.

The wind picks up the cloud is thinning.
There's a chance the sun could be winning.
It tries to shine on our cold little faces.
Come on sun pretend your at the races.

At last the sun has broken through.
We knew you would,we stayed true.
So keeping on shining on oh so bright.
Because in a few hours it will be night.

The farmer he had a cow called Mary
She was full of milk for the dairy
So the farmer started to pull her udder
But his cold hands made her shudder

Please,please said Mary to the farmer
Cant you make your hands warmer
If you could just try and be gentle
Then you wouldn't drive me mental

So the farmer put his hands in warm water
Because he didn't want to upset the bulls daughter
Now his hands were warm and kind
He approached Mary from behind

Stop,stop Mary said with a moo
You really do not have a clue
Dont approach me from the rear
Come to the side were it is clear

So now the farmer was at last ready
On the milking stool he made himself steady
So the udder he was pulling and pushing
And all at once the milk came gushing

Thank you Mary said the farmer
Because of you I feel much calmer
That's okay said Mary eating some hay
I think we've got enough milk for today

So after milking Mary went to the cow shed
We she laid down her sleepy head
She realised all her work was done
As she used her tail to whack a fly off her ***

I could have told you I loved you.
A million times a day.
Sleep walking through my life.
Like a doll all dressed up.
With a party in mind.
But nowhere to go.

I asked you how you see me.
You tell me that love has gone.
That it's for the best if I leave.
I tell you I have no place to go.
Must I start to hate you also.

The cold skies that grow between us.
Tears me up outside in.
I cannot find the answer.
You can't tell me why.
Only that it's over.

I wonder how to make it right.
I dont even know what is wrong.
I wont let it come to me.
I always knew the answer.
No matter how I fear it.

Friends tell me everything will be ok.
I only want me and you to be ok.
The rest can wait or go away.
I've begged God for help.
Knowing for certain he is with you.

Tango orange and pills on my table.
I digest and sleep in mid afternoon.
Woken by my voice of disappointment.
Always aware this was the outcome.
Twenty was never enough.

I rise and fall to my knees.
All in one moment.
Failure of a failed goal.
Only able to be the person I am.
Not the person I want to be

The last leaf on the tree.
Yes look up high,that's me.
All my friends have all blown down.
They are waiting for me on the ground.

I started in the summer a lovely green.
But there was thousands I couldn't be seen.
Now in autumn I'm a lovely golden brown.
It feels like I'm the only leaf around.

The wind and rain have tried there best.
But I'm not ready to join the rest.
Even Jack frost tried little me to freeze.
Yet I wont be brought to my knees.

Some lovely white snow fell at night.
Made me heavy and gave me a fright.
Someday soon I know I will fall.
That's nature's way of making a call.

So maybe tomorrow I will take a leap.
Join all my friends on the ground for asleep.
All through the winter we'll huddle and keep warm.
Waiting patiently and quietly for the spring to dawn.

On monday I was angry at the sun.
It was always in my eyes,no fun.
On tuesday I was angry at the rain.
Forgot the umbrella boy what a pain.
On wednesday I was angry at the wind.
Blew away the ******* that i had binned.
On thursday I was angry at the cold.
Hurting my bones now I'm getting old.
On friday I was angry at the ice.
Slipped on my ***,was not nice.
On saturday I was angry at the snow.
Stopped me from going where I was to go.
On sunday I was so angry I just stayed in.
Poor old weather it cannot win..