I thought I saw a monster coming down the path,
I thought I saw a dinosaur swimming in the bath.
My mother thinks I am crazy.
She thinks I make it up.
So I don’t think I will tell her,
There’s a spider in her cup.
This was Rogan’s poetry recital for school. He gave me a notice on Monday morning informing me he needed any props ready for poetry recital . . . you guessed it . . . Monday morning. Arghhhhh! So I grabbed some dark brown yarn, a tea cup, some cling film and whipped up this for his recital. He didn’t make the finals as nerves got the better of his memory but he did his best!