Here in the Button house we are HUGE fans of Julia Donaldson. Little Button’s bookshelf is packed full of the stuff, and I can’t think of a week that’s gone past where one of these twinkly reads haven’t been read. Sharing A Shell is one of our absolute favourites, and with some inspiration from the brilliant Dawn from Rhyming With Wine, I’m so pleased to be able to share this. My first ever parody. Hooraa!
Look! A mum – with a wibberley bum,
Running along by the sea.
Tap, tap, tap!
“You can’t come in!
You can’t share this towel with me”
Look! It’s the judgy mum squad, with their wide-open beaks.
Run for your life, mum – hide!
At last, in a pool, an empty tent!
Quick, mum! Dive inside.
One mum, safe in her tent,
Under the summer sun,
Roaming all over the rock pool
In her wonderful wibberley bum cover for one.
Look! Another mum, a bright red mum.
What can this sunburnt mum thing be?
“Go away, bright red mum, whoever you are,
You can’t share this tent with me.”
“I’m a sunburnt mum, but a decent one.
Please let me share your tent.
Give me some shelter to hide from being mum-judged
And perhaps I can help you as well.”
Look! A judgy-mum, with jaws open wide.
“Fresh wibberley-bum mum for dinner – here goes!”
Out shoots a mummy-glare, quick as a flash,
Stinging the cow on the nose. Phew!
Two mums, sharing a tent,
Under a sky of blue,
Romping all over the rock pool
In their non-judgy parent haven for two.
Look! A hairy thing, trying to get in,
Wriggling and making a fuss.
“Go away hairy-legged mum, whoever you are –
You can’t share this tent with us.”
“It’s not my fault that I’m a bit extra hairy.
Please let me in – don’t be mean.
I’m au natural, I can’t deal with it now
I’m so busy trying to keep my kids happy and clean.”
Three mums, sharing a tent,
Down by the sparkling sea,
Rollicking all round the rock pool
In their wonderful parenting bubble for three.
But look how they’ve grown! The tent is too small.
“We’re all getting too fat,” they say.
“I’m fed up of the negative comments,” cries wibberley bum mum.
If that’s how you feel I wont’ stay.”
“Peace!” cries hairy mum, but nobody hears,
The other two mummies split up.
Sunburnt mum finds a nice chocolate ice cream tub.
Wibberley bum mum finds a nice coffee cup.
Wibberley bum on the cup, sunburnt’s face in the tub,
Each one pretends to be glad.
Hairy, being the go-betweener,
Knows they are lonely and sad.
Look! A storm, a terrible storm,
Between the judgey and non judgey mums.
Fragile self-worth, smashed on the rocks,
Oh, what a terrible sight!
But Look! A big tent, a beautiful tent.
Stuffed full of patience, love and good thoughts.
Wibberley bum and sunburnt stare.
Too shy to speak to each other,
Too proud to say “I really DO care!”
Listen! A voice! And out pokes a head
From the tent washed up on the shore.
“It’s ready. I’ve done all the housework.
Climb on and come in – welcome home!”
Three mummies, sharing a tent,
Happy as besties can be,
Rocking parenthood in the best possible way
In their wonderful parent haven for three!