When am I older I’d like to be,
a lady who entertains white rabbits for tea,
They’d be dressed in their best top hats and tails,
some of them will have even painted their nails,
We’ll dine on lettuce sandwiches and carrots on sticks,
they’ll be watching the clock while it tocks and it ticks,
We’ll laugh and we’ll snigger and have lots of fun,
and we’ll play toss the plates for the last current bun,
Then with a gasp they’ll all jump in the air,
when they realise they’re late for an important affair,
Off they will scamper from the tablecloths edge,
with their white furry tails, they’ll disappear in the hedge.
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It always helps me to express my thoughts and feelings by writing. But until now I've not been brave enough to share anything. These offerings aren't necessarily connected with any one thing, although some relate to grief and loss. Some also relate to love, joy and some are just downright daft.