We’ve had a text from school; it says to come in fancy dress!
But worse, it says, well actually, come and take a look,
‘Please dress as a character from your favourite book.’
We’ve only one day’s notice; we thought it wasn’t on,
But now I’ve got to find for two daughters and a son!
A rummage through the cupboard, last year’s costumes are too small.
One thing for it, in the car, we’re heading to the mall!
Except where exactly are the clothes, the costumes there before?
The only thing we’re facing, empty racks upon the wall!
‘Who wants to be the same?’ we say. ‘Let’s be creative, it’s a cinch.’
Some cardboard, paints and sellotape will turn you into Grinch.
‘But I want to be a princess…no a fairy…no a whale.’
Riiiight, just watch me fashion that from grey sweatshirts in the sale.
A ‘cloak’ of black, a scar, a ‘wand’: ta-dah we’ve Harry Potter!
Yes, it’s not the franchised one, but please don’t be a rotter.
Ok, some jeans a top – that’s it, your normal winter gear –
You’ll pass as Tracey Beaker, though won’t win costume of the year.
The youngest likes Pooh Bear the best, a red t-shirt and we’ve won….
Except he’s coloured himself in yellow and won’t put his trousers on!
In the morning, all lined up; Facebook photos with a smile.
At least it’s only once a year. No need to worry for a while.