Archie is bored

How could he play
when Ollie and May
had both gone away
on their holiday?

One couldn’t have fun.
Of fun there was none
when it was just one
alone in the sun.

“Hello!” What was that?
It wasn’t the cat.
That cat didn’t chat.
It just sat on the mat.

Up, up in the sky
way up there, really high,
where all the birds fly,
a small cloud floated by.

The cloud shouted “Hey –
do you want to play?
We can both sail away
for the rest of the day.”

Archie climbed aboard ship.
Through the sky they did rip
on an African trip.
“Aye! Aye!” said the skip.

Archie lay in tall grass
to watch elephants pass.
Saw a rhinoceros
through his spy glass.

A monkey, a tiger,
a bear and a spider.
and what can that be?
a snake in a tree?

Then back on the sea
to get home for tea,
the fat little cloud
and his new friend, Archie

Cate Anderson

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