Thursday, 4 August 2022

Unicorns

 Bustle hustle

Screams

 upstairs hiding 

Bundles 

bum jokes

Drawing dreams 

Burnt toast

Kippers fresh caught

Smoking on the Barbie

Long walks down white sands

drawbridges giant castles


Back home 

Flying dinner

Bathtime books and bubbles

Night night 

Little one

Sleep well

Tomorrow 

we ride unicorns


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