FRIENDS FOREVER #PoetryByFionaCummings

FRIENDS FOREVER

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

My name is calypso

I dance the fandango

I live in a toy box

With a wind up clown

And a sly old fox

Every day after four

We wait till madam opens her door

I have a key which can be turned on my back

I have eyes so dark and hair of black

Little madam says I’m a Spanish dancer

I have castanets fastened to my hands

And move my feet to music from my Motherland

Charlie the clown has tricks up his sleeve

And juggles like you wouldn’t believe 

Basil is a cuddly fox

With a white bib and pure white socks

And of course, there is Molly

She is such a pretty dolly

On Madams bed

Lays big Ted

He is tattered and torn

But she has had him since new born

In the corner of the room

Is a musical box with a tin tune

And the wallpaper has pictures of clouds and a moon

The ceiling light is an air balloon

Where madam puts her little figures in the woven basket

There is a huge bag of Lego

Which hangs on a bracket?

She makes lands where we all want to go

Mountains full of snow

Sweet shops

Full of colourful lolly pops

There are even wheels to make Lego cars

Castles and towers

Buckets of flowers

Then Madams Mummy comes in

Says she will throw everything in the bin

If not all tidy

So, she has to hurry

Little lady

Picks us up without a care

Throws us back in our box

Then she goes, we don’t know where?

We hear lots of crocs

And smell the food

Then hear her Dad collect some wood

The house gets warm shortly after

Then we hear laughter

 As the children play chase

 Fox knows how to open the box

So, we sneak out and hide behind the curtain

Looking out onto the green

We’re not certain

But I don’t think we can be seen?

Such fun is had by Madam and her little brother

He is always getting into bother

So why do we call her Madam?

When her name is Polly

Because when she goes out

The children shout

“Little Madam with the china tea set

Tiny pots with a golden spout

If you break it you will get new, we bet

Whilst we have plastic cups

Our knees have cuts

Our faces are dirty

Our bellies sometimes are empty

But we have a home full of love

As we give praise to above

We have dignity

And pride

Never take anyone for a ride

Welcoming arms for those who cry

And give support to friends who open their horizons and fly

You in your posh house

With a maid and a cook

Gold thread runs through your books

You have your textures

And perfect features

But walk past us

Don’t have any trust

If you so much as look our way

Your parents make such a fuss

Don’t you know perfect Polly?

You are just like us

Though your actions may be folly

Your words so harsh

Your castle on the hill

Our huts rather sparse

But we have one thing in common

And that is we are all children

So, let’s meet in the middle

Dance to the fiddle

Work out the riddle

And skip to a rhyme 

Share your toys

And we will teach you to be kind

We can show you how to make a den

And take you to our home

Feed you bread and jam

Made fresh by our Mum

At the end of the day

It’s all about having fun

Respecting each other

Shoulder to shoulder

Sister and brother

All walks of life

Friends forever

© Fiona Cummings