Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

Why won't you play with me?

I hold my new ball

"Can you play with me?" I ask

"Sorry, Mummy has lots of work to do," she says

I've got my new boots on

"Can you play with me?" I ask

"Sorry, Daddy needs to do the washing up," he says

I'm wearing my new shirt

"Can you play with me?" I ask

"Sorry, Mummy needs to sweep the floor," she says

I've got a new goal in the garden

"Can you play with me?" I ask

"Sorry, Daddy has to look at new cars," he says

I've got a new set of cones

One's to practice skills with

I look at Mummy and Daddy, but say nothing

Years later she walks up to me, holding a bright red ball

"Can you play with me?" she asks

I look at her and say, "yes darling, yes I can."