Fog, fog, go away
Want to go out and play.
Please, Can’t bear the cold.
Am just six and a half years old.
Been waiting for hours and hours.
Nose pressed against the glass.
My feet are getting numb,
am feeling, oh, so glum.
Need the warmth of Sun,
And go out for some fun.
Mama makes me wear gloves,
Can’t feed the lovely dove.
Or else shall slip in bed
Read about the gingerbread.
But I want to feel gay,
And go out and play.
Please, please go away.
Come on a hot summer day.
Promise, shall let you stay.
All night and all through the day.
For Anika- my grand daughter
Mamta Agarwal
dear mamtaji, lovely poem....... i can feel the bleeding heart behind it...........
fog or rain go away little anika wants to play...very cute rhymes for you, of you, to you...your sweet grand daughter must be a domestic democratic ruler
THE POEM REMAINS AS A CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR YOUR GRAND- DAUGHTER ANIKA! 10! -Raj
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A lovely child's song for a foggy day. Very wistful and poignant. I hope that Anika has her sunny day by now, And a warm hug from her grandmother. Love, Sandra