Stud

Once there was a press stud,
Who didn’t work at all,
Because his bottom was too big,
His upper half too small.

Said little stud to his Mama,
When grown I’ll be a whopper,
No replied the Mummy stud,
At best you’ll be a popper.

I don’t mind fastening people’s clothes,
That’s a very useful role,
But if I do my best at school,
Could I be a buttonhole?

Hush my little press stud,
I’ll take none of your lip,
The next thing you’ll be wanting,
Is to be a London zip.

“Oh what a grand idea,” said stud,
“To London I shall go,
And if there’s not much call for studs,
I could become Velcro.”

“Now that’s enough” said Mummy stud,
A press stud you must stay,
And now please poppet move along,
You’re always in my way!

© Sally Owens