Daddy, does God wear underpants?
Do they have carrots in Spain?
Who puts that skin on the custard?
And do clouds get dry in the rain?
When will I be a grown up?
Why’s there a stone in my peach?
You know cats have nine lives,
Is their birthday the same date for each?
Why does Gran keep her teeth in that jar?
Why do fat people want to be thinner?
What’s the orange traffic light for?
Can we have biscuits for dinner?
Why are you smiling Dad?
Is it for something I said?
It’s just that I love you, my darling.
Now hush up and get into bed.
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One reply on “Bedtime – a poem”
Love it – I was very proud when my kid said “you’re really good at ‘splaining stuff!”