Saturday Morning

• Owen Godfrey, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

Saturday Morning

The birds are singing, and I am yawning,
and that’s what it’s like on a Saturday morning.

The grass is wet, my breakfast is set,
and that’s how I like it on a Saturday morning.

I put on my clothes, there’s something tickling my nose,
and that’s what I feel on a Saturday morning.

My mum is up, holding a tea cup,
and that’s what I see on a Saturday morning.