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Family Poems by Rebecca Leigh Watson Aged 8
My Grandaughter.
In the brackets are the words she meant.
Baby Me
This is me as a baby
Don’t I look sweet and happy?
“No wonder” said mam
I’ve just changed your nappy
Having a brother
Having a brother is anoying, (annoying)
Because they hit
and winge on to play
In the Sandpit everyday
About My family
My mum cooks,
in a pan,
My brother
Atc’s like a man. (acts)
My Mam is grate (great)
My mam cooks,
She reads books,
She has looks,
and she never say’s woops.
Helping my mam
I help……….. cook,
Wash,
Clean up the muck,
and tell her she’s posh.
My grandad has a parate (Parrot)
My grandad has a parate (parrot)
It talks all day long
Tells porkies
and even goes walkies.
My grandma makes grate pitzza (great pizza)
My grandma makes grate pitzza (great pizza)
No more than one a day,
She maby’s cook them everyday (May be)
But not beside the bay.
My brother is so Silly
My brother is so silly
He sometimes calls me Milly
and even sometimes billy
I love my silly billy.
My mam loves me more
My mam loves me more,
More, more, more,
It is just because,
I’ve never broke the law.
© Rebecca Leigh Watson