Perfect Circles
Jay draws perfect circles.
They’re a stunning work of art.
He never has a circle end that cannot meet its start.
He spins the compass expertly.
His patterns are precise.
My paper’s full of holes, like it’s been nibbled on by mice.
Jay draws perfect circles,
which he neatly colours in.
I crumple mine up in a ball and throw it in the bin.
They’re a stunning work of art.
He never has a circle end that cannot meet its start.
He spins the compass expertly.
His patterns are precise.
My paper’s full of holes, like it’s been nibbled on by mice.
Jay draws perfect circles,
which he neatly colours in.
I crumple mine up in a ball and throw it in the bin.
This poem is copyright (©) Gaynor Andrews 2026
About the Writer
Gaynor Andrews
Gaynor was a primary teacher for many years, teaching in schools across the UK, as well as Thailand and France. She now lives in the Scottish Highlands, writing educational resources by day and stories and poems by night. Gaynor loves the rhythm of language and she has a particular passion for rhyme. Her debut rhyming picture book, Pandora and the Story Forge, published by Rocket Bird Books 9/24, celebrates the power of words and the magic of stories.
