The poem my boys wish I’d write
The poem my boys wish I’d write would be funny, the words would be runny and the whole thing would be completely filled with potty humour…
An Ode to Six Seven
When I was six-seven, four-five years from eleven, every time I’d say my age, I’d feel I’d jumped onto a stage…
The Morning Crow Swipe
There is a local murder of crows with whom I’ve got a little gripe. For every single morning, my dog’s food they try to swipe.…
Binne’s Boulder
Once upon a time there was a giant called Binne, who lived in the woods we now call Curraghbinny…
Today I Turn Three
Today I am one, two… THREE! And I just can’t wait to see all the things that I can do, now that I’m not a terrible two…
The Spring Equinox
It’s the Spring Equinox. A day like odd socks - one dark, one light. One for day and one for night…
Pirate Crew Tips For You
Here’s a few pirate crew tips for you. One hand for the boat, unless you are fancy a chilly float. Until your feet hit the shore, a life jacket must be wore…
The Wild and Free Miss-T
Miss-T is a little camper, painted in beautiful teal. With a sink and a hob, to cook up any meal…
Earl the Squirrel
Earl is a squirrel, a red one at that. His coat is all shiny. His nose, cute and flat…
