Break Time

Or pick up old junk like this rubber band,

Or slip round the side of the building and hide,

Or draw with my shoe in the sand.

Big gangs rush up, shouting: "Come on! Play schools!"

But I don't know how. I don't know the rules.

So they shout at me: "Move! Shove off! Get out!"

And I run off, feeling a fool.

But I've seen someone else who stands alone, too.

I don't know her well, but I think her name's Sue.

She wanders around with her eyes on the ground.

We can form our own gang - just us two!

By

Kate Williams