Marble Mumble
Disaster! A yell and a fumble!
The jar falls in a tumble.
Marbles roll away in a jumble.
Ma tells me “Tidy up!” with a grumble.
The jar refills as I mumble,
“It’s not my fault that I bumbled!”
The jar falls in a tumble.
Marbles roll away in a jumble.
Ma tells me “Tidy up!” with a grumble.
The jar refills as I mumble,
“It’s not my fault that I bumbled!”
This poem is copyright (©) Kathryn Dove 2023
About the Writer
Kathryn Dove
Kathryn writes fiction and poetry for children. She enjoys the alchemy of poetry and seeing how a dash of imagination can transform ordinary life into something surprising and wonderful. She has lived in London and spent a summer working in a small village on the west coast of Scotland. Kathryn now lives with her family in Auckland, New Zealand.
