innovate-issue-005

Brian G. DaviesPRETENDI don’t like to climb those stairsWhen Dad says “Time for bed”.And so, to stall, I pretend my bearsAre waiting to be fed.I hesitate, procrastinate,Until my Mum sees red,And then I’m off to say my prayersBut, when they’re safely saidI pretend I’m down a coal mineAnd cover up my head.Or conquering jungle islandsFrom which savages have fled.I sail across the seven seas –Well, the Channel and the MedAre really all I’ve learned aboutFrom what my teacher said.I walk the scorching desertsWhere only camels tread,And here and there see skeletonsFrom which the blood has bled.Sometimes I am a milkmanWith a peaked cap on my head,Or bake a bakers dozenOf my favourite crusty bread.But when morning comes, and Mummy cries“Come on then, sleepyhead”Then that’s the time, as sure as eggs,I’d rather be in bed.