Poem for poetry month contest
She walks the street
wearing an old white coat,
and worn down shoes
Delivering the papers
for her customers
to read the news.
'Granny I have to meet poor old Kate,
and I'm going to be late.'
'Why is Kate fussing around you,
and she's not poor, she has a few bob
,and owns houses too.
'it's a nice day,
you should be going out to play.'
But I wasn't listening and zoomed out the gate
Going to meet rich old Kate.
Note - words a few bob means she has money.
an extract from my early years as a child.