Not-So-Sweets for
Less Sweet Kids

GRANNY

Granny has a bristly chin,
I hope that she won’t kiss me.
But if she tries I’ll move my head
and hope her kiss will miss me.

GROWING UP

Last year when I was very small
and Daddy was so very tall
I only saw the hair that grows
through the end of Daddy’s nose.
But now when Dad sits on my bed
or snoozes in his big armchair
I can see a patch of head
poking through a ring of hair.

This patch the source, I now suppose,
of hair which grows down through his nose.

BIG SISTER

When I was one
my sister was fun.
At two and three
she played with me.
But now I’m four
she locks her door
and tells me to bugger off.

Martin Parker

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