This is my desk

Where I think up verses

That I can never quite

make scan

Oh, curses!

But at least they rhyme

Quite a bit of the time

And if you think they don’t

Well, that’s your opinion,

not mine.

Or would that ‘mine’ be

better as ‘grime’

To rhyme with ‘time’

Or ‘lime’, or ‘mime’,

or ‘slime’?

Writing kids’ verse is so

tricky, I’m

Tempted to call it a day

And devote all my energy

To saving our planet

Rather than just copying

those Janet

And John books

I read as a kid

Don’t say I didn’t

’Cos my truth is I did.

This is my desk

Where I phone my

friends Serena

Oprah, Amal, the Beckhams

and Barack

‘Hey guys! Great idea! Let’s make our world greener!’

This is my desk

Where I take calls from

the Queen

‘Hey! Meg! How’s it going?

What’s new, babe? Where

yo’ been?’