A Child's Sensibility ::

[Wackadoodle0987]

If only kids reorganised the world


Things would be simpler by far.


Common sense would prevail


And no-one could fail


To know what is what,


Where we are.


For instance, 


Turkeys would come from Turkey,


Pandas from Panda Monium,


Mustard instead of custard,


Unless you didn’t like it


And then it could be mustardnot.


It is all so very not obvious,


And that is why I suppose


They will not let us change those things


That should be,


Everyone knows.


Bedtime when we are having fun,


Up time when we’re sleeping,


Food that’s nasty is “Good for you”,


Nice stuff “not too much”


Or “just a few”.


How can it be, who is to say


Whether I can, or whether I may?


I’m not going to get it


Even if I pray.


“God loves good children”


Oh where are they?


I don’t know anyone better than me;


Oops now the spellings are covered in tea.


And chocolate biscuit;


The problem with that


Is “not till you’ve finished”


And I’ll never do that.


Not while there’s no sense at all to things,


And it’s not our fault


It’s not our idea that brings


The dust under beds,


Or the nits in our heads,


Or tools rusty in sheds.


Why so much stuff that I’m sure I won’t need?


Silly words just for spelling,


No-one ever says “plead”.


If it rhymes then it ought to be just spelt like freed;


So reorganisation by kids, zwot we need.

 

[Tommy M]

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