Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Popular last 30 days

love poem poetry depression sad life truth death peace Nonet

Popular last 12 months

love poetry life poem nature death hope war loss poet

yard (Remove filter)

There was nothing much to do…

One was sitting on a bench,

Some was saying words in French,

One was looking at the street,

Tom was shaking his long feet,

John was singing a nice song

Dear Boris struck the gong.

When the evening slowly drew

 There was nothing much to do.

Meg was sitting on a fence,

Bob was showing new pence,

When the boy who was so fat said,

Just like that: I have a nail in my po...

Read and leave comments (1)

eveningyardchildren

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message