Last Orders
Do not steal and do not kill.
Do not climb upon my hill.
Do not scowl and do not swear.
Do not breathe my personal air.
Bow to me, once more, with feeling.
Do not crack my nice glass ceiling.
Do not frown, or stamp, or shout -
I'll let you make your own way out.
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- E H Timms
- E H Timms won the BBC Wildlife Young Poet of the Year award in 1992 and hasn't managed to stop writing since. She now lives in Wiltshire with a computer tethered to one elbow.
1 comment:
Sounds like an unspoken interview I once had!
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