Why it's Jess, of course, with the wonderful curl,
that falls over her dimpled peachy cheek,
whose always there, to encourage and greet,
all who come panting to the top most floor,
then stagger and gasp through the wide open door.
'Come in, come in' she calls, 'come one and all,
stumble, totter, stagger, or if you have to, even crawl.
We're here, we're waiting, don't stop to ponder,
step into our world of color, magic and wonder.
There's food on the table, crayons, paper, pencils aplenty,
age doesn't count, whether down from a hundred, or up to twenty'.
Tushie 27/8/12
No comments:
Post a Comment