is when I wake with a fright.
Imagination could move mountains
and witches are rife in the pitch of darkness.
Tackle them head on is my message to you
and don’t let the night get the better of you.
is when I wake with a fright.
Imagination could move mountains
and witches are rife in the pitch of darkness.
Tackle them head on is my message to you
and don’t let the night get the better of you.
who was tied up in knots
and bent out of shape
only just found
that when she unwound
she could finally think straight
and no longer walked with a twisted gait.
A grandmother and her granddaughter
is quite a beautiful thing.
Especially when your grandmother knows
many wonderful things.
Like how to blow smoke rings
and hit a cricket ball for six
and drink a beer
and ride a bike without fear
and tell wonderful stories
of night time wanderers
and tuck you into bed
with a kiss on your head.
Inside the ruined walls
where no one will venture
is a hidden place that
is full of adventure.
Moonlight falls to reveal hidden secrets
and spiders and ants, and midnight creatures.
So go there to explore, but don’t look too deep
or you might have trouble falling asleep.
For you could stumble on the ghosts of the past
who sadly had lives that did not last.
It’s not that these ghosts are bad,
it’s that their stories will make you ever so sad.
So be gentle and polite and you may escape without a fright.
The little boy with bats for hair
would give everyone a mighty big scare.
His mother said the only thing to do
was to remove the bats and get a new hair-do.
But instead of being happy,
he was ever so sad
for he would be losing
the best friends he had ever had.
Together we will go there
at midnight to the moon
My cat, my dog, my rabbit
and my guinea pig called Lou.
And when we get there, we will find
an alien with hair
just like a porcupine.
Together we will go there
at midnight to the sea
and take a ferry to where
the treasure we seek will be.
And what treasure we will find,
our new friend the crab and an
octopus that shines.
The baby with the bloodshot eyes
would weep and weep and weep.
She cried so much her mother said
she could not get to sleep.
The reason why, we did not know.
Until one day some time ago
when she finally said
her favourite thing to cuddle in bed
was an onion she called Ted.
“It’s not easy being me”,
said the flea to the bee.
“I want to like dogs,
but I just can’t believe that
this is really the life for me.”
“It’s not easy being me”,
said the bee to the flea.
“I want to serve the Queen,
but I just can’t believe that
this is really the life for me.”
Two dolls
sit on
our cupboard
watching us.
A blond
girl and
her replicated
sister, but
with instead
brown hair
and a
wayward eye.
The secrets
they share
I can
not imagine.
Their biggest
one being
what it
is like
to be
a twin.