Rice Creepies

Back away with your Coco Plops
Jog on with your Wee-Weetos
I want me some Rice Creepies

Begone with your Sugar Guffs
On your bike with your Corn Fakes
I want me some Rice Creepies

Please leave with your Dreaded Wheat
Get out of town with your Unspecial K
I want me some Rice Creepies

Just give me that sneaky Snap
Just give me that cheeky Crackle
Just give me that peeping Pop

Just give me that peculiar three
Because I want me some Rice Creepies

© Carl Burkitt 2019

We Don’t Lick Ladybirds

We don’t lick ladybirds,
that’s not what we do.
We giggle at them lots,
smile at their spots
and count their wings, one-two.

We don’t lick ladybirds,
that’s not what we do.
We hold them in our palms,
see if they have legs or arms
and wonder from where they flew.

We don’t lick ladybirds,
that’s not what we do.
We sing songs about them,
write poems about them,
then you lick them anyway
cos you’re only 2.

© Carl Burkitt 2019