Lots of children around Leeds will be breaking up for the summer holidays either today or in the next week so I thought it apt to have a poem about the summer holidays.

First day of the holidays

I could
ride my bike,
plait my hair,
go and call on
Paul and Claire,

Clean the budgie,
walk the dog,
practise handstands,
go for a job,

Read a book,
watch TV,
help my Dad
cook the tea.

All these things
and many more
I’ll do tomorrow,
that’s for sure.

but today instead
I’m staying in bed!

Theresa Heine