Children's Poems
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Jimmy’s
Poorly Tummy
Jimmy ate his breakfast slowly,
He wasn’t in a hurry,
He didn’t want to go to school,
He said he had a poorly tummy,
But unknown to his mother,
He had built a den,
It was at the bottom of the garden ,
Built from a few planks of wood,
May be even ten,
His mum couldn’t hide her smile,
And as she walked away,
She put a cross on the calendar
for today is Saturday.
by Marie Staniforth