Poetry rewrite..

  Here is a poem from one of my favourite books of poetry, which I have had since I was a child, The Fireside Book of David Hope 1984. Mary Rebecca has a special friend whom none of us can see, She always gets invited when Rebecca comes for tea; She doesn’t like to wash her hands and never eats her bread, And always wants to start to talk while grace is being said. When the meal is over she’s the first one out to play, She hurries from the table without asking if she may; She likes to play at hide … Continue reading Poetry rewrite..