I had a bad night suffering from the cold
Snow is silver, sunshine is gold
But everything’s silver upon my skin
I’m shaking from the Arctic wind
I woke up with an aching head
As I tumbled out of bed
Mum felt bad and Mylo did too
But I still had a lot to do.
When Louise picked me up, she took me into town
To see if the bakery van’s around
But Mr Mickey Murphy was in Inverness
What did we do next? Can you guess?
We went to ASDA to get some food
But going to the park I was in a good mood
As we made our way down to the bench
Where I found a pink bottle cap completely drenched
Louise laid my black coat as I sat down
As I ate my sausage rolls, I looked around
The hair salon and the chicken shop stood nearby
But suddenly something caught my eye
I saw another bottle cap
Drenched in water from the storm’s leaky tap
Two crisp packets and a pack of gummy snakes
But best of all - RAGWEED! What can I make?
I know! A story! A lonely ragweed
Who remembers his friends in a time of need
When friends are lost, they’re always found
All I did was look around
A circular pavilion stood grand nearby
As well as a wreath where Atlanta’s mother died
Speaking of Atlanta, I miss Stingray
But my imagination saved the day
I saw Atlanta and Socks before me
Finding litter for crafting and drawing
Crisp packets to Socks make good Winter gloves
The pink bottle caps make good earbuds
The circular pavillion I mentioned before
Is where Donkey belts out English ee-aaws
To Brum, Sooty, Sweep and Soo
I miss them quite a lot, don’t you?
Louise had a ginger flavoured chocolate bar
And a movie rated 15 that would leave a scar
But no scar gets bigger more
Then when my time on the internet soars
When Louise stopped for coffee, I wondered aloud
If my stories really stood out from the crowd
But I didn’t know my writing would be better
As the day got wetter and wetter
When we got back we made some soup
No tech tonight to spiral me in a loop
I helped chop the peppers one by one
I imitated DaneBoe’s Squash which was such fun
When I chopped the onions my eyes began to sting
Like they’ve been sprayed with weed repellent or something
While Louise thought my dog should be on Britain’s Got Talent
Under my tongue, a teaspoon I tried to balance
My eyes burning like London on fire,
I thought washing up was a good desire
But too much washing makes your back ache
But then I made a big mistake
I used a steam mop as a tea towel
But then, Mylo gave a howl!
With a mighty roar, he grabbed the mop
And Mum and Louise shouted for him to drop
I collapsed on the sofa with steaming raw eyes
My back ached bad, not a big surprise
I went to draw Ronald and his friends
And I tumbled into bed to take a nap in the end
Earlier today, I learnt about Mari Helen Scott
She left a lasting impression on us lot
They put her name on a bench in the park
So her spirit can live on in the lonely dark
When I woke up I did the story straight away
It seems I’ve had a busy day
But busy is as busy gets,
Ronald is my best story yet!
THE END
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