School ‘Holly’ Day

At quarter past eight, I thought I would be late
Yet it was still early in the morning
Become what may, of the school holiday
My grandfather Joe was still yawning
 
At quarter past nine, I really took my time
My bowl of porridge was awaiting
At five past ten, I woke up from my den
My grandmother Sue was still debating
 
At half past eleven, we reached the River Severn
The ducks on the bank were astounding
At twenty to twelve, we saw a Mr Melve
He fell into the river, heart was pounding
 
At ten past one, my joy had nearly gone
My very tiny belly was to grumble
Yet five minutes later, we saw a kind waiter
The best meal ever, rendered humble 
 
At twenty five to two, we visited the zoo
Gorillas were looking at me strangely
At five past three, birds surrounding me
They seemed to want to re-arrange thee
 
At quarter past four, we reached the zoo door
Grandmother left the shop so jolly
At half past five, her smile had come alive
She had bought me gifts and holly
 
At ten past six, my bike he had to fix
The shining glare was less appealing
At half past six, I was really in the mix
Dinner time coming was the feeling
 
At five to eight, they thought I couldn’t wait
Bedtime stories were commencing
Laughing in the night, a glorious sight
Grandfather talked about fencing
 
By quarter past eight, at a splendid rate
Grandfather saw me looking sleepy
Into the night, switching off the light
Twinkling stars will surely greet me
 
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©