The climbing frame
In our garden
Is my look-out tower.
From the top you can see
Over next door's hedge
To the road beyond.
Every evening in summer
I take the first watch
From half past five to six,
While Dad patrols the kitchen
Getting the tea ready.
When i see our car,
I signal to Dad,
The scramble down
As fast as I can.
That's why
When Mum comes in
Her tea's always ready.
That's why
When mum comes in
I'm always ready
To give her a hug.
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RandomThis is a children poem. if u got a little brother or sister. Or maybe you love a childish poem you just read here and if you don't like it don't read it because i don't like unecessary insults. But anyone who likes it please read it.
