Out and About

Doll’s House

I see them all stare in the dolls’ house,
And marvel with eyes open wide.
Isn’t it clever? Oh, isn’t it cute?
Look at the man in his shiny black suit.
There’s tea on the table, with cups and a cake,
What a wonder, the miniature things they can make!
Now, move along children. We really can’t stop.
We’ve visitors coming and I need to shop.
There’s so much to do, and it’s looking like rain,
On Friday the traffic can be such a pain.
Yes, I see them all stare in the dolls’ house,
And imagine the world that’s outside.

Now me, I live here in the dolls’ house.
I stand with a cloth and a tray.
And if you should ask me, I’d tell you it true,
I’d rather be here than stuck outside like you.
Nobody hurries, or looks at the clock,
Nobody’s ruled by the tick and the tock.
No tailback of  traffic, no crowds and no crush.
There’s nothing to do and there’s no need to rush.
There’s nobody living, but nobody dies.
Nobody’s laughing, but nobody cries,
Nobody visits, but nobody leaves,
Nobody loves, but nobody grieves.
I just wait to serve tea in the dolls’ house,
For it’s tea time all night and all day.

I see them all stare in the dolls house,
And I wonder who’s fixed and who’s free.
They stand and they stare in the doll’s house,
And maybe they wish they were me.

Go See a Museum

Do you think of museums as fusty and dusty?
And beg not to go, on your knees?
Do they seem all the same, whatever the name,
Then you should check out some of these.

Take a trip on your broom to Boscastle in Cornwall,
Their museum is all about witches.
In London there’s one full of sewing machines,
The exhibits will have you in stitches.

At the chair museum in High Wycombe,
It’s standing room only, I’m told.
And the mining museum in Scotland,
Will take you out panning for gold.

There’s a mustard museum in Norwich,
If you’re keen, it’s a good place to go.
And Barometer World in Okehampton,
Is great if the forecast says ‘Snow’.

In Loughborough don’t miss the museum of bells,
I hear that it’s bound to appeal.
Near Walsall you’ll find a museum full of locks,
Where kids get in free. That’s a steal!

Museums full of pencils or carpets or clocks,
Or one for the fans of the bright red post box.
A museum full of shoes, or clocks with cuckoos,
In Japan a museum that’s devoted to loos.

And then, when you’ve seen all there is to be seen,
And your time and your energy’s spent.
Drop in for a cuppa, or maybe some supper,
At the teapot museum, in Kent.