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8. Home At Last
Under the gate,
now into the wood,
Peter did run
as fast as he could.
To home he was heading
he leapt through the door
and trembling still
he lay on the floor.
The relief was so great
that he wanted to cry.
His mother looked down
and gave a big sigh.
‘Where have you been?
More clothes you have lost!
I really don’t need
this additional cost.’
Peter stayed silent,
he really felt sick;
a spoonful of chamomile tea’d
do the trick.
Cottontail, Flopsy
and Mopsy too
had a special supper
delicious to chew,
while Peter was tucked up
early in bed
his nightmare experience
filling his head.
Submitted: February 26, 2025
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Mike Stevens
Another fine chapter, Hull
Wed, February 26th, 2025 5:48pm