Poem of the Week 38


Michelle Magorian


Rush, rush, rush, rush,

Do we have to go so fast?

In a hurry, in a hurry,

Does it matter if we’re last?

Quick, quick, quick, quick,

My forehead and my ankles ache.

Speedy, speedy, speedy, speedy,

Can’t we stop and have a break?

Run, run, run, run,

We can catch another bus.

Purr, puff, puff, puff,

No breath left at all in us.

Slow, slow, slow, slow,

Things to look at while we wait.

Chat, chat, chat, chat,

It’s much nicer being late.