 | Do you remember when you were young,
you would play in the dirt, under the sun.
You would call to your mummy, asking her to play,
She never liked to get dirty, But you always got your own way.
She came out like mud, and dried in the sun,
she looked like a monster, and you would just run.
You laughed till you couldn't, and then went to bed,
in the morning, it was back there, where she would dread!
Written by Katrina
Submitted by Katrina |  |