THE CHAOS QUEEN

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

Hair on the floor,

A crown on my head,

Pictures on the door,

Clothes on the bed.

Books on the table,

Making it quite unstable,

Apples cores in the corner.

My friend comes in,

But I have to warn her,

To go to Berlin,

To escape her sin,

Of getting lost in the rubbish bin!

The clock ticking loudly,

But I’m standing proudly,

At the mess I’ve made.

Guessed who I am?

I don’t make jam,

Or sandwiches with ham.

No, I’m the Chaos Queen!

(Emma Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter), 28/12/2018)