SNUGLY CUDDLY DRESSING GOWN
I have an old red dressing gown that’s as big as it can be
It goes from the nape of my neck to way below my knee,
And it is all cozy, comfy as any dressing gown I’ve had,
I don’t think it will ever wear out and I am very glad.

It’s lined with white terry toweling, still quite thick and warm,
On the outside are skiing teddies who don’t come to harm,
They glide through many snow flakes of every shape and size,
Even though it is quite old it is a real treasured prize.

It seems to have magic some powers for when I put it on,
Everywhere is more cheerful, all worries and fears are gone,
Music is more pleasant as I listen to some singing choir,
And the home is more radiant as I set by a warming fire.

Stories come flooding to my mind and poems flow free,
It is though a special mantel has been spread over me,
Poems of the gypsies that lived in a hidden pleasant glen,
Or stories of a horse who master was named ‘Old Ben’.

I have just come out of the tub and donned my old gown,
And I long to write poems of an dear friend who is a clown,
He can make the grumpiest of persons just laugh out loud,
And with a few jumps and stories entertain a great crowd.

Stories of forlorn maidens, of folks who have lost their way
But all these ideas will have to wait awhile for another day,
But this dressing gown also tells me it is time to go to bed
I just hope all those ideas will stop whizzing round my head.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 8, 2003