Days Of The Week Poem

On Monday, I found a scotty dog trailing across the soggy grass as its tummy was growling for food, the wee brown creature jumping on my bony legs as it licked my hand begging for food.

On Tuesday, I walked to the smell of a butchers nearby as my little feet were carrying along the pavement near Fullarton woods as I smelt the meaty smell of fresh meat.

On Wednesday, I saw a tatty scone, square sausage and a tasty looking sausage roll as I nuzzled my nose through the unbreakable glass window and as my phone beeped like an alarm in my dream.

On Thursday, touched my pillow case as the tickly feathers drifted onto my tingled nose as I sneezed like a Tsunami and air mixed together.

On Friday, I tasted the mince and tatties as I watched a cooking show on the TV as I drifted off to sleep like a upside down bat closing its eyes.

On Saturday, I heard a blue *** tweet as it flapped its wings as the noises echoed into my dizzy upside down head.

On Sunday, I dreamed of opening a mysterious present on my Birthday as I jumped out of my skin, as a grey hound licked my sleepy head.