The mums were poised at the front of the shops,
Not a hair out of place, they were all hot to trot.
A strange eerie silence was all to be heard,
These mums clearly meant business *it was a little absurd.
You see it wasn’t just any old ordinary day,
It was the morn of the eve of brilliant ‘World Book Day’.
These mums weren’t queuing to pick up a loaf,
What they wanted was far more elusive than ‘toast’.
A click of the lock and the doors flew wide open,
A sudden stampede and the silence was broken.
The mums shoved forwards, all dignity lost,
Bags were flung in faces and clicking high heels were tossed.
They raced and they chased through the homeware aisles,
Passing pillows and vases and duvets piled high.
They threw themselves through the confectionary stands,
Determined not to peek at the distracting sweet brands.
And there, the escalators dazzled in view,
They abruptly stopped and weirdly formed an orderly que?!
Fingernails tapped and hearts were a flutter,
‘They’d better be well stocked’ someone grumpily muttered.
Then the top was suddenly in full view,
And over they tumbled as sporty mum tried to break through.
‘There it is’ someone screamed, all hearts seemed to stop,
Their once smiling faces now sour with strops.
The kids dressing up aisles, once a sight to behold,
Were now skimpily clad in nothing but old,
World Book Day costumes that had seen much better days,
In all the wrong sizes and bits missing… ‘oh my days’!
But this didn’t stop them, oh no not those mums,
They had come for a costume not to chat over lunch.
They speedily scattered to snatch what they could,
An old Rumpelstiltskin costume they could surely ‘make good’.
By the time they had finished not a scrap could be seen,
The kids dressing up aisles looked remarkably clean.
The bare rails stood there all shiny and vast,
Not even a rolled up sock had been able to slip pass.
Tired and bruised the mums made their ways home,
Eager to pop their darlings up on a throne.
Eager to win the best World Book Day costume prize,
Wanting to be ‘best mum ever’ in their little ones eyes.
But their efforts, in vain, as costumes were met with a frown,
The littles weren’t interested in puff sleeves or crowns.
The clever beans shrugged and headed straight to their nooks,
What I REALLY want mum, is for you to READ me this book!
Happy World Book Day!