I really want to read this book
I didn't want Mum to read a bedtime book.
She doesn't do the voices, makes it boring.
Even the most exciting story that has hook
after hook, chases, she has me snoring.
She begins a new one at the first page.
Each word so, so slow and I'm soon yawning.
Teacher says I can act, should be on stage.
Will Mum get the hint? Will she stop reading?
But something happens. There's a speedy chase,
the characters and rhythm picks up pace,
I don't want it to stop. But Mum picks up
a bookmark, says good night and takes my cup
and I'm left to find out what happens and
I'm really too tired, book falls down and…
She doesn't do the voices, makes it boring.
Even the most exciting story that has hook
after hook, chases, she has me snoring.
She begins a new one at the first page.
Each word so, so slow and I'm soon yawning.
Teacher says I can act, should be on stage.
Will Mum get the hint? Will she stop reading?
But something happens. There's a speedy chase,
the characters and rhythm picks up pace,
I don't want it to stop. But Mum picks up
a bookmark, says good night and takes my cup
and I'm left to find out what happens and
I'm really too tired, book falls down and…
This poem is copyright (©) Emma Lee 2024
About the Writer
Emma Lee
Emma’s publications include “The Significance of a Dress” (Arachne, 2020) and "Ghosts in the Desert" (IDP, 2015). She co-edited “Over Land, Over Sea,” (Five Leaves, 2015), reviews for magazines and blogs at emmalee1.wordpress.com.