My prince demanded a feast
in plastic bowls
On a tartan rug
In the living room
An indoor picnic no less
for his 6th birthday party tea
Oh what luxurious foods we had
For my prince's feast.
Chocolate fingers and sandwiches
With the crusts cut off
Three different flavours of crisps
And fizzy pop in plastic beakers.
Little iced cakes and cherry tomatos
for the Grown-Ups.
A cake fit for a prince
With 6 regal candles flickering a merry dance.
When all the crumbs had been swept away
We played silly games
and laughed and laughed and laughed
and played pass the parcel and sleeping lions....
Sleeping Lions the weapon of any Queen
Making feasts for her prince
That fill his highness with
too much sugar...
Sleeping Lions where the winner
Gets more pop and more chocolate fingers
But only after they have won.
shhhhhhhhh a secret of Mum's.
What a magnificent feast.
Hush now the grown-up prince
Is sleeping like a baby
With a big smile on his face.
by Sarah Holmes
Flying Saucers
When you're only five
it's fun to feel the flying
saucers sizzle on your tongue.
Delicious discs, that mop
the moisture from your mouth,
then make your tastebuds tang
with sweet and sour
and, funnily enough,
when you're forty-plus,
those pastel pods wake up
the five-year old inside.
Just close your eyes and
fizzle back to freedom,
for a sweet moment or two
by Phoebe
