Three poems by Andrew Sclater
Nursery Rhyme Don’t talk to Mother, she is feeding your brother. Don’t talk to Mother, or else she will smother you. Don’t talk to Father, either. You are NOT to bother Father– he is at work. Run along. Stop lurking now DO what I say. DON’T answer back. Put on your shoe. There are places I know for children like you… Stop making faces. Get … Continue reading Three poems by Andrew Sclater