Imagination
‘I’m bored,’ the house was filled with comments of such,
‘There’s nothing to do, to play with, or touch.’
‘We’re fed up with Lego; the dolls are all dull,
The toys are all stupid; all we do is mull.
On things we could do, if we were only older,
Like go to Alaska, where all things are colder.
Like be a jet pilot, and fly in a plane,
To China, or Germany, perhaps even Spain!
Perhaps a magician, with tricks up his sleeve?
Or perhaps the president, who knows what we’d achieve!
We could be hairdressers or play rights on stage,
We could be fashion designers whose clothes are the rage.
But we’ll have to wait to do those things,
Wait to see what the summer brings,
‘Cause now we’re children to be ignored,
We’ll have to do with being bored.
‘There’s nothing to do, to play with, or touch.’
‘We’re fed up with Lego; the dolls are all dull,
The toys are all stupid; all we do is mull.
On things we could do, if we were only older,
Like go to Alaska, where all things are colder.
Like be a jet pilot, and fly in a plane,
To China, or Germany, perhaps even Spain!
Perhaps a magician, with tricks up his sleeve?
Or perhaps the president, who knows what we’d achieve!
We could be hairdressers or play rights on stage,
We could be fashion designers whose clothes are the rage.
But we’ll have to wait to do those things,
Wait to see what the summer brings,
‘Cause now we’re children to be ignored,
We’ll have to do with being bored.
That's it.
I don't really have much else to say. Not much has been happening lately. We are having two little girls to stay with us on the weekend. Their names are Indigo (Indie) and Mikyla. I bought one of them this dress at a garage sale last Saturday. It's really cute.
Anyway, I have to go and have breakfast.Jordan
1 comment:
I like your poem, Jordan! lol
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