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Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.

Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down you.

An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.

A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.

Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, clean or dress.

Leaving behind a trail, a mess -
Clothes; books; bags; toys and pens.

Home to sticky taped cardboard creations;
Left scattered, half complete or broken.

Finally worn out, collasped, watching tv,
Thumb-sucking, teddy-cuddling monsters.


◄ A bag of things

Rain ►


Jernau Morat Gurgeh

Mon 26th Jan 2015 20:24

Thanks for the comments, appreciated. I have corrected the couple of typos.

Yes, I'll take the change on board and a little think about it. Thanks, Cynthia.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 26th Jan 2015 11:42

A good poem, capturing kids really well. I hope you receive lots of comments. I enjoyed it very much.

May I submit one suggestion?

'Scurrying like rats in the sewers
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight....'

which starts the lines off at a good clip, instead of a bit of a limp.

Perhaps you mean: 'mischievously down at you'?

<Deleted User> (6895)

Sun 25th Jan 2015 19:12

awww! bless 'em all-the little....angels! very good poem tim.xx

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