Tuesday 13th November


The Muffin Man climbs up onto the tiny stage,
And starts dancing to the sound of a small wining child,
The dog smells the cake,
Stands up on his hind legs,
Paws on the edge of the stage,
And stares longingly,
The man stops dancing,
And points a boney finger at the dog,
Forgetting who’s the master here


Sunday 11th November


The tiny bear transforms it’s self into a 1950’s rock n roll star,
Shaking & vibrating across a tiny stage made from tables,
Lined up along the road outside,
Where yellow lines snake to guide motorists through town,
They smile,
And wave,
And honk their horns as they drive past,
Their day brightened,
To witness such unexpected wonder,
The Muffin Man takes no notice,
Sits down,
Knees tucked under the tiny stage,
Pulls something small from his pocket,
And disappears into it,
Leaving only the shape of a man behind,
The rock n roll star turns back in a dog,
Lies down at the feet of the shape of the man,
And watches over it until he returns


Friday 9th November


I am not the Dice Man,
I’m a Dog,
Reading messages carried on the wind,
Every day is a shining star,

I’m the Walker,
The Weaver,
Inverting rainbows,

I’m gluten free,
I contain no sesame seeds,
What time is good?