a 2¾ year old
I fell asleep in the car,
but it really wasn’t quite far
enough, I suddenly woke
as if I’d been given a prod, or a poke.
I felt all groggy and thick in the head,
so I’m mournfully moaning, and groaning, instead
of smiling, so everyone else can feel miserable too;
– until I forget, and find something to do.
Sometimes a biscuit or drink, makes me shake
out of my misery, properly awake,
ready for having a load of good fun,
– I’ll shout, and I’ll jump, and rush out and run!
Take care! they say.
What a bother and fuss!
… but I guess I don’t like the look of that bus!