There once was a window
Beside of my chair
But she moved my chair
away from there
My chair she took
And moved it away
And put up a village
For kids to play
The kids they would play
Yes, they'd play all day
With that village and train
and the mess was insane
The whistle and smoke
of that miserable train
Left me scratching my ears
and feeling such pain
But I hid underneath
My refuge I found
There I would hear
those awful train sounds
But I liked my hiding place
and now it is gone
for she took it away
and now. my chair. is back there. by the window.
I do not like change
I have told her before
But she moves this n moves that
and changes things all the time and it makes me say.....
Whatever
Awe Gracie, change is hard especially after the holidays when all the fun decorations get put away.
ReplyDeleteGracie you wrote wonderful poems :) Take heart, I heard the village is coming down at the end of the month; not too many days until then!
ReplyDeletebetty
Change can be disturbing, Gracie, I feel ya. Tomorrow you can bark out the window again.
ReplyDeleteHang tight Gracie, the train will be back before you know it:) HUGS!
ReplyDeleteChange is not my favourite word either Gracie! Call me next time you hear it in the air!!!!
ReplyDeleteSophie Doodle!