at carnmore gardens

At Cranmore Gardens

At Cranmore Gardens there’s so much to do,

You can feed the goldfish and the tadpoles too.

They aren’t just any fish no hat isn’t true,

they’re made of pure gold and sometimes they flew.

Or further down lay the pit of once been,

where old fruit and veg would soon not seen.

Then after tea we’d come to the pile,

to add from out plates, we’d be stuffed for a while

When the rain came and the fun outside was paused,

we’d play in the glass room all dry whle it poure.

The drops would surround us but we remained dry,

for we were underneath a room with a sky.

Upstairs we’d go to find some new friends,

a box of old toys and hours to spend.

We’d leave this world and find one new,

from mountains to parties or a day at the zoo

Just before ed when my hair was a nest,

she wouldn’t have that so it soon was addressed.

Then in the morning we’d wake with a growl,

and run down the stairs and let out a howl.

waiting was cereal with smooth chocolate curls,

and a glass of apple juice that glistened like pearls.

Soo we must leave whih makes my mood darken,

but we’ll be back soon cause it’s Cranmore Gardens