Sheila Charles LITTLE THINGS MEAN A LOT
My daughter has a phone charger.
It lights up at both ends of the cord.
The lights change colour repeatedly.
No time to get bored.
What kind of life have I got
To be so easily pleased?
But then, I’ve always been like that.
I was always getting teased.
I liked the smell of gym shoes,
I like pictures of certain flowers.
I can shake my two kaleidoscopes
And watch the patterns for hours.
I’ve got a child’s tambourine
Which I frequently shake and bang.
I’ve got cow bells at the front door
Which now and then I’ve rung and rung.
Another thing I love
Is the smell of any scent.
I’ve several bottles in my drawer.
It was money well spent.
When I was ten or eleven,
My birthday came along.
Auntie Edna gave me a parcel –
I was grateful, don’t get me wrong,
It was three inches by about two inches,
Small, light and oblong.
It was an empty match box.
I’d happened to say one day,
That I liked the smell of matchboxes.
I should be careful what I say!
So, if anyone is listening,
I don’t cost much to run.
No expensive presents.
I’m just lots of FUN.
Oh, Hang on a minute. I am sorry. I lied.
I also love diamonds. It can’t be denied.
Just buy me one every couple of years and I’ll be satisfied.
