Poem for my daughter on a hot sunny day.

Ode to my little daughter, who never seems to be able to stay dressed when at home. We made this one up tryin' to stay cool in the paddlin' pool.

My toddler is lovely when she’s naked and cuddly,
but things can get freaky when she’s naked and cheeky.

Times can be bad when she’s naked and sad,
and she don’t give a toss when she’s naked and cross.

Things can get hairy when she’s naked and scary,
but she needs loads of care when she’s naked and scared.

And when the day’s hot and the clothes all come off,
what is the bet, she’ll be naked and wet?

Wow, I used to write train poetry!

I came across this in an old notebook... the Snippets from my notebooks Label is now reborn :-)

Tic, toc, this line is so slow!
The minion of my boredom shouting "Go! Go! Go!"
Yet, my pen is stationary on the stationery...
So what? Should I care if it rests unaware?
Drips from my fingers, my mind elsewhere?
Ah, me, I mustn't berate myself.
'Tis the trains terrific.... soporific... effect....