On my bed I lie
Dreaming lots of dreams,
All exhausted from
Lots of games and treats.
You can't tell if that
Is my head or tail.
I don't care cos I'm
Dreaming of a whale.
But it's pink not blue,
Carrying me and you,
To a far off land.
We'll play in the sand.
Now I'm running through
Fields full of chews.
Bouncing all around,
Wait...is that a sound?
So I look up and
You are sitting there,
With me all snuggled up
In my favourite chair.
Because it's a Monday
It's not a fun day.
It's too close to Sunday -
The 'Make Kids Hyper Day'.
He fills them full of sugar
And makes sure the manners suffer,
Ignoring needs and nurture
He doesn't care about their future.
It's not a competition,
But if it was then we'd win,
Because we care 'bout their wellbein'
And give love and time and cheerin'.
One day they will see right through him,
Sweets'll no longer be a shoe-in.
For time is much more precious,
And that is why he hates us.
*Written after the children had a particularly not good visit to their biological father!
If you have a bad day
Just pick yourself up
And brush yourself down
And blow it away.
Try to remember
It won’t always be
A bad day tomorrow
So just wait and see.
It is time to sleep,
Time to dream,
Time to mend,
Time to pretend,
Time to hope,
Not to mope,
It’s not the end.
Snuggled next to loving owners
Whom I cherish and adore.
Fed dog treats and puppacinos
Could a doggie ask for more?
Lovely walks and grassy meadows,
Snoozing spread out on the couch,
Looking up out of the window,
Playing fetch I love so much.
Soothing strokes, a calming influence,
Finding the best sticks to chew.
But, of course, the best thing really
Is eating Dad's favourite shoe!
Still you love me and adore me
As, of course, I love you too.
And we never will be parted,
Friends forever, me and you!
Freddie was a young raccoon,
He liked to run and run.
Sadly, he also liked to thieve
From all and everyone.
It didn't matter what it was
Or to whom it did belong.
So long as he could make it his
He thought he'd done no wrong.
"But Freddie" said Police Dog
"You will soon end up in jail,
And if you continue as you are
No one will pay your bail."
Freddie, he just did not believe,
He stole more and more and more.
Telling him it was a crime had now become a bore,
And Freddie being oh so young was too young for the law.
"But one day Fred they'll get you"
All his family did warn.
Yet Freddie he just looked at them
With a face of scorn.
But on Freddie's tenth birthday
All his thieving it did cease,
For on that day he stole again
And was cornered by police.
"Ah ha my lad we've got you now" Police Dog he did say
And Freddie can no longer steal,
For he is locked away!
As Poppet was walking
From Dogland one day,
She thought it would be
A fun day to play.
So she took a long walk
To the top of a hill
Because what she wanted
Was to roll down her ball.
The ball it rolled down.
It rolled down very fast
And poor little Poppet
Was sure to come last.
But she ran and she ran
Just as fast as she could
And she did catch that ball,
As it rolled through a wood.
What a choice for poor Poppet,
A stick or a ball?
As with only one mouth
She can't carry it all.
And so, she must choose
What's the best thing for her
But the sticks in that wood
Were so many and tall.
Little Poppet did ponder
A long time on this.
But then she did realise
The stick would be less
Of a long term investment,
So the ball would be best.
Then she ran home for tea
And a nice big long rest.
Just because 