There’s a silly noodle on my plate,
It won’t be picked up or cooperate.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Tag: Bards for Behaviour
There you are randomly pecking away.
It’s my Magpie Child, sorting her prey.
Octopus arms, yes that’s what they call me!
Saving objects in my poor tea
If I was a feather, I’d use my gentleness,
To stroke the world with kindness; spreading happiness.
Listen, this could be so quick,
If you were still like a stick.
I’ve got that good feeling about some words, They bring so much happiness afterwards. They’re really simple to say; here’s a clue. You’ll be grateful…