WHY ?
Mummy why can't I plant my tree
Where my Prince Charming
Will Marry me
WHY ?
Mummy why can't I Plant my tree
Where all the magic fairies dance
To the buzzing of the honey bees
WHY?
In a land of green
Where everyone is free
WHY ?
Mummy why can't I plant my tree
Where purple dragons roam and snore
They'd be so gentle no-one would flee
WHY ?
Mummy I want to plant my tree
With Daddys spade
In my red welly boots
I'm frustrated for the poor kid. Plant the tree, where everyone is free! You present a universal question.
ReplyDeleteWhat is Poetry Pals, btw?
ReplyDeletewhat a tickle.
ReplyDeletelove the childhood innocence in your words.
brilliant and delightful take.
Awww so precious I really can't seem to capture that innocence
ReplyDeleteoh dear, I am channeling my days as a nanny! lol
ReplyDeletelove this!
What fun. Precious!
ReplyDeleteAh , the innocence of youth ~ and the typical "why" question that youngsters love to ask ...
ReplyDeleteThis is very cute tale.
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