One of the first ‘grown up’ poems I ever read as a child was Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy By Robert Frost. I was 9 years old and our teacher had set us all the challenge of learning it off by heart to recite in front of the class. It must have had a profound effect on me as I can still recite it to this day. (Although ask me what I did yesterday or why I went in the fridge and I have not a single Scooby!)
And so, on this frosty January Monday in Mummy Land…
Who’s blocks these are I think I know.
He’s snoring in his bedroom though;
He will not see me stooping here
To sweep this floor, filled with Lego.
My vacuum cleaner thinks it’s queer
To suck up raisins far and near
Between the crumbs of toast and cake
Enough to feed them for a year.
It splutters and begins to shake
And sucks a sock up by mistake.
The only other sound’s the drone
Of Paw Patrol taped on ‘Milkshake’.
My kids are lovely, Love runs deep,
But I have Game of Thrones on “Keep”,
And piles to do before I sleep,
And piles to do before I sleep.
By Mummy. *Cross*