One night, my sister and I were playing with our little sister in the nursery, waiting for a class to end. I was bored, so I wrote this poem to pass time.
Here we have all kinds of fun
playing and hoping our parents don’t come.
But then, if they’re late,
this nursery we’ll hate.
Our most favorite time of all
is when comes the call,
“Outside we go, to slide and swing,”
But when back inside we go, we’re full of grumbling.
I know it’s stupid, but, whatever. 🙂