PERHAPS A PARK
This is the view from my balcony;
Our street is rather strange.
Both sides go up and down you see
So it's a sort of interchange.
Once it was a railway line
Which explains the configuration;
It gives us a pleasant little 'park',
Enhancing our situation.
By rights it's not a park, I know;
It's just a sort of verge,
But children can run and play on it
Whenever they get the urge.
It's an easy place to walk a dog
Beneath the shady trees,
And sometimes neighbours sit out there,
Enjoying the evening breeze.
Our private garden's miniscule,
There's only room for pots,
And so our little private 'park'
Is one of our best-loved spots.
*
-------------------------------------------------------------------
LOLLIPOP LADY
The Lollipop Lady is lucky
Her lollipop's big as a tree
She gave it a lick
Right down to the stick
And nobody saw her but me.
The Lollipop Lady is Lucy
If I were like her I'd be proud.
A lorry goes by
And she's shouting out 'Hi!'
And the driver is laughing out loud.
If I were a Lollipop Lady
I'd lick lollipops all the day long.
I'd stand in the street
Quite contented to eat
And la-la a Lollipop song.
The Lollipop Lady is lucky
Her lollipop certainly grew
From low it grew high,
And that isn't a lie!
She tells me it's perfectly true!
*
