Pancake day!
Pancake day!
If we don't get some
We'll all run away!

Lemon, sugar
All very yummy
We want pancakes
In our tummy!

Get the pan mummy
Get them on
Hurry mummy
Want those yummies
In our tummies

Walking through New Street Station
I saw a shiny bin.
It said "For Unwanted Literature"
So I put this poem in.

My garden's full of daffodils.
Each border is a-groan with them.
And so are all my windowsills!
This sea of yellow flows and spills
Around, about each stalk and stem.
My garden's full of daffodils
Up to their ears in yellow frills!
The garden's quite an anadem.
And so are all my windowsills!
Not narcissi! No! Nor jonquils!
Or flower as dignified as them
My gardens full of daffodils
Each tidy border overspills
Blazing with ochre meristem
And so are all my windowsills!
The twentieth vase this arm full fills
I shall not plant this bulb again!
Mat garden's full of daffodils
And so are all my windowsills!
Lal Lewis (c) 2000