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 2024
About the Writer
Attie Lime
Attie writes and performs poetry for children, and owns a poetry parrot called Marjorie. Attie's first collection for children will be published by Otter-Barry Books in 2025.
