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Each evening, when we go to bed,

      It’s time for story-time –

And yes, we love our fairy tales,

      But sometimes want a rhyme.

 

‘A rhyming poem,’ my brother said.

      ‘Oh yes yes  yes,’ I said.

It’s lovely when we read a poem

      Before we go to bed.

 

The characters within our poems

     Then dance around our beds,

And, not content to do all this,

     They get inside our heads.

 

We’ve witches, fairies, unicorns

      And minibeasts as well –

And oh, I dreamt the wicked witch

      Had cast a dreadful spell.

 

A dragon blew out flames at us,

     And a friendly giant came.

There were elephants and crocodiles

      But both seemed very tame.

So poems for a change, we like:

      They’re short but oh such fun,

So, given choice, that’s what we choose

      When all is said and done.

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