I cannot go to your house
Because I broke the rules
I came ‘round and upset the
Balance of it all
The walls were newly painted
No clutter was in view
Unnecessary objects
Were kept to just a few…
Tag: poetry
Fiddle dee dee
I wrote this today for my year 3 violin class (7 and 8 year olds) – sometimes I love my job.. ❤
When life is a struggle
And my head’s in a muddle
I pick up my fiddle
And give it a cuddle…
Emma Scarr 