Hedgehugs
You shouldn't hug a hedgehog,
it’s just not the thing to do.
If you hugged a hedgehog
then its spikes would puncture you.
But when I’m feeling hedgehoggy,
all spikily cross inside,
my mate Bea still hugs me
saying she is on my side.
She hugs me really tightly
even though she's kinda small
but her special squishy hedgehugs
really are the best of all.
it’s just not the thing to do.
If you hugged a hedgehog
then its spikes would puncture you.
But when I’m feeling hedgehoggy,
all spikily cross inside,
my mate Bea still hugs me
saying she is on my side.
She hugs me really tightly
even though she's kinda small
but her special squishy hedgehugs
really are the best of all.
This poem is copyright (©) Katherine Mathew 2026
About the Writer
Katherine Mathew
Katherine lives in sleepy East Yorkshire with her husband and daughters. She’s had poetry published in various places including The Dirigible Balloon, Lemon Tree Press, Little Thoughts Press and Flapper Press. She’s a member of the Zig Zag Stanza children’s poetry group. Katherine would love to go to Burma and read some poems to orangutans.
