The Picnic
He will try not to slurp,
Hopefully will not burp.
No china will he fling,
Nor pull an apron string.
A picnic will be the test.
Are we ready for a guest?
Fragile teacup and tart,
Selected from the cart.
Just one will be enough,
'til he spys a cream puff.
Best behavior wins out.
I am left with no doubt.
Guests, we are ready to receive.
I feel a tug upon my sleeve.
Oh, look he has spilled.
My hopes are dashed and killed.
At least he does say "Pardon me".
I will forgive my Chimpanzee.
© Margaret Bednar
for Monday's Child #34
This is my first attempt at writing a children's verse. It was a lot of fun.
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Anna
Anna's Monday's Child #34
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