Treasure Island

James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

Breakfast Time


The sun is always in the sky
Whenever I get out of bed,
And I often wonder why
It's never late.—My sister said
She did not know who did the trick,
And that she did not care a bit,
And I should eat my porridge quick.
... I think it's mother wakens it.

Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012

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