A short easter poem, before I go on holiday, for our favourite racers!


One little racer,

With one little egg,

Met two ice racers,

With two little eggs.

They put them in a pile,

And got three bowed racers,

Who gathered some smiles,

As they became egg-chasers.

The six little racers,

Found a few more,

Then two little sisters,

Added eggs galore.

Now eight racers,

Were searching as one,

They found more chasers,

And sixteen got the job done.

Finally the little racers,

Settled down to eat their find,

And the first little racer,

Grinned as the sun shined.


Well, I'm not going to call it a masterpiece, but for fifteen minutes it's a pretty good poem!

This is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) signing off for the night! Goodnight!