The Pillowcase

Covered in morning drool

The pillow-case lies squashed

To wait yet another day

Until it would be washed

By Amanda

To Thee a Pot-plant Saucer

To thee a pot-plant saucer

You are divine

It's a shame you are covered in dirt

Instead of strawberries and wine

By Amanda

My Love, My Peg-basket

Everyday the wind blows

Your contents are strewn over the lawn

Why oh why do you not have a lid

Empty, you look so forlorn

The pegs are broken and dirty

You swing roughly in the breeze

I try and fill you again but,

I pick up grass and weeds

By Amanda and Brenda

Ode to a Tissue

To blow, to blow,

Was my aim

But the tissue box

Was empty again

By Amanda

The Tweezer

It wasn't in the bin

It wasn't in the freezer

If my eye brows weren't so long

I could find my tweezer

By Brenda