INTERCHANGE: Kidding around on a train by Gill Melling

Kidding around on a train by Gill Melling

I wish that I was small enough
to trample on the seats,
and sit under the table
engulfed in eating sweets.

I’d fall asleep upon the floor
and quickly roll my apple core
into the aisle and wait to see
it crushed by people’s feet.

I’d have a story read to me
by someone soft and warm.
Quiet but don’t be fooled,
it’s just the calm before the storm.

I’d shout and laugh and mess about
and be a total pain,
and just when there’s a moments peace
I’d do it all again.

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