Poems, stories and lots more- Dr Audrey Coatesworth

My Friend

My teddy sits upon a chair
And never says a word
I talk to him all the time
But I am never heard

He has no ears to listen
Only straw is in his head
He is there for me to hold
When I must go to bed

He, truly, is my best friend
When I am by myself
But
When I am busy
I just put him on a shelf

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What I like to eat !

When I was a little girl
My Mummy said one day
‘You should have been a rabbit’
What a funny thing to say!

But, I understood
Just what she said
As I loved to eat lettuce
Between two bits of bread

My Dad had a garden
And grew many things to eat
Bean, peas and carrots
Potatoes, celery and some beet

But, he also grew lettuce
Under netting to protect
( from the rabbits)
And I would go down the garden
And my lettuce would collect

Between two brown bread slices
Buttered to be ‘just right’
Inside I would put lots of leaves
Then squeeze with all my might

Delicious, and very scrumptious
Just perfect for a tea
By itself or with a tomato
( If you try it)
I’m sure you will agree

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Brrrr…it’s cold

My friend had promised to come round to our house
As Mummy said we could play
But please be ‘quiet as a mouse’
So that we would not disturb the baby, who was asleep
But
My friend did not come to visit
As her promise she could not keep
She had a bad cold, she was feeling very rough
Her nose was running fast
And
She’d developed a dreadful cough

I was not at all surprised, though for her I was so sorry
Mummy said she would get better
And that I was not to worry
But my friend goes out when the cold east wind is blowing
And wears only her skimpy dress
Even though it could be snowing

I like to wear my jumpers and leggings when it’s cold
I decide for myself and don’t have to be told
Mummy says she is pleased
As sometimes she just natters
But I say I like to be warm
And that’s what really matters

I think of all the rabbits
I think of dogs, and cats that purr
I think of the polar bears in ice
And I think of their coats of fur
They must survive in the cold, while we must use our brain
They cannot buy their clothes or use an umbrella in the rain
I hope my friend is better soon and her cough has gone away
But, I also hope she has learned
To dress another way

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