Oh no!
Quick!
Write something before you sleep
And fulfil your ridiculous task
You are no Hercules
But one busy
Fraught
Mummy figure
Who fears that the day goes by
And there was nothing to write about
I played farms with the toddler today
Building fences and stocking fields
With pigs and sheep and calves
Made of plastic
I finished the third book since lockdown
And made new friends on Facebook
I made pancakes
Yesterday I made bread with yeast
Three years’ out of date
Not even the chickens would eat it
I have chosen an old teenage favourite to read
I am tired of books that tell me what to do
I need an old friend sometimes
So I have chosen Merlin
Arthur
Ambrosius
Uther
To see if by the umpteenth reading they chose a different path
Nwyfre 