Pardon Me For Being So Rude

Pardon Me For Being So Rude

I’ve no idea where this little poem came from. But it’s a goodie… even though it’s a badie! Pardon Me For Being So Rude Pardon me for being so rude! It wasn’t me, It was my food. It came up from a place below And 

Peas with Honey

Peas with Honey

Here’s a silly poem my Popa used to tell all his grandchildren whenever we went for dinner.   Peas with Honey. A traditional nonsense poem.   I eat my peas with honey. I’ve done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny. But 

Days of the Week

Days of the Week

    Days of the Week Kylie van Dam   Monday, Tuesday, Ticky Ticky Tuesday. Wednesday stuck in the middle. Thursday, Friday, Time to say goodbye-day, The working week is done. Need to wriggle! Saturday Sunday, Those are the fun days, Sleeping in and hanging 

Eggs and chocolate

Eggs and chocolate