MIDNIGHT PARTY

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

When midnight strikes,

The house is eerily silent.

My tin soldiers begin to stir,

And my stuffed white cat starts to

Purr,

O, the toy dollies,

With trollies and trollies

Of food.

They creep downstairs,

Along with the toy bears,

They choose a table,

And soon they’re hardly able,

To stand from all the food!

Next comes the fun and games,

Then the tin soldiers,

Collect all the clovers,

The National Toy Emblem.

Today,

Was the day,

When every toy celebrated the Day of the Toy.

But after time,

The sun wakes up,

Now all the fun is over,

It’ll happen again next October,

With one more clover!

(Emma Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter), 16/12/2018)