At quarter past eight, I thought I would be late

Yet it was still early in the morning

Become what may, of the school holiday

My grandfather Joe was still yawning


At quarter past nine, I really took my time

My bowl of porridge was awaiting

At five past ten, I woke up from my den

My grandmother Sue was still debating


At half past eleven, we reached the River Severn

The ducks on the bank were astounding

At twenty to twelve, we saw a Mr Melve

He fell into the river, heart was pounding


At ten past one, my joy had nearly gone

My very tiny belly was to grumble

Yet five minutes later, we saw a kind waiter

The best meal ever, rendered humble 


At twenty five to two, we visited the zoo

Gorillas were looking at me strangely

At five past three, birds surrounding me

They seemed to want to re-arrange thee


At quarter past four, we reached the zoo door

Grandmother left the shop so jolly

At half past five, her smile had come alive

She had bought me gifts and holly


At ten past six, my bike he had to fix

The shining glare was less appealing

At half past six, I was really in the mix

Dinner time coming was the feeling


At five to eight, they thought I couldn’t wait

Bedtime stories were commencing

Laughing in the night, a glorious sight

Grandfather talked about fencing


By quarter past eight, at a splendid rate

Grandfather saw me looking sleepy

Into the night, switching off the light

Twinkling stars will surely greet me


Written by Geraldine Taylor ©