Poem

A while ago, my tiny children and I composed this:


Last night mummy went to a party,
She danced on a table whilst there,
She waved her shoes at strangers
And wore bananas in her hair.

Last night mummy went to a party,
She danced on a table all night
She made hysterical gestures
And gave all her friends a fright.

Last night mummy went to a party,
She danced on a table - it's true!
She threw some trifle at vicars
and had to hide in the loo.

But really...

Last night mummy went to housegroup
She talked about God whilst there;
Can that really be as exciting
As dancing and bananas and hair?