It needs to be noted that there was a lot of soft chuckles as we remembered some recent ‘terms of endearment’
My Dad Calls Me
My dad calls me Emily ThumTHucka
My dad calls me Missy
My dad calls me Hungry
My dad calls me Toad
My dad calls me Noisy Girl
My dad calls me Tonka Jim Jo
My dad calls me Sleepy Head
My dad calls me a pain in the bum.
My dad calls me Mischief
My dad calls me Miss Chatterbox
My dad calls me Thirsty
My dad calls me His Little Girl
My dad calls me Evil Incarnate
My dad calls me, ‘My Precious’
My dad calls me his Happy Shelia
My dad calls me his Baby.
I think my dad forgets my name sometimes.

Today I’ve put together a scaffold for people wishing to experiment and be a little more creative in the publishing of poetry.
In the last couple of days a lot of the messages I’ve received relate to getting ready to go back to school in the US.




