Eight Days of the Week
Listen to Attie read her poem ...
Monday is golden, a penny bright and shiny.
Tuesday is a yellow secret, shy and rather tiny.
Wednesday has blue corners, like a plastic lunchbox.
Thursday, soft and pink like the taste of candy floss.
Friday is a hill with green grass rolling all the way.
Exploding rainbows fill the air when it is Saturday.
Sunday is white and peaceful, with a subtle hint of grey.
But my favourite is the silver-black Imaginaryday.
Tuesday is a yellow secret, shy and rather tiny.
Wednesday has blue corners, like a plastic lunchbox.
Thursday, soft and pink like the taste of candy floss.
Friday is a hill with green grass rolling all the way.
Exploding rainbows fill the air when it is Saturday.
Sunday is white and peaceful, with a subtle hint of grey.
But my favourite is the silver-black Imaginaryday.
This poem is copyright (©) Attie Lime 2023
About the Writer
Attie Lime
Attie Lime likes walking in fields, playing UNO, and new stationery. She has children’s poetry featured in Northern Gravy, Little Thoughts Press and Parakeet Magazine. Attie also enjoys nonsense poems and making up words. Twitter @AttieLime
