Monday, 22 September 2014

Edward's Autumn Poem

All the leaves are falling off the trees,
As far as I can see,
What can I say,
when I looked at the star,
I gazed in amazement,
Tonight it'll be dark at 7 o'clock.
You experience it more,
Now you're 32.

On the 28th September,
Light at 6 o'clock,
He'll be in the bath,
In the morning,
Singing la-di-da-di-da,
Before he goes to church.
On the first of October,
It'll be dark at 4 o'clock.

Before he goes swimming,
On Thursday 2nd october,
You'll be singing
And on the Friday
He'll be singing
Before he goes to St Faiths.

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