Whacky

My special thing is as pretty as my mum,
When she’s in a good mood.
It’s purple like a cars whacky boot
It glitters like a whacky shining star
But it’s special to me.

If I lost it
I would feel worried
And scared
My whacky favourite uncle Shan
Gave it to me.

It came to me dusty,
In a large brown box.
The glitter may feel like a rough book case
It’s a little toy tea pot
But with two handles either side.

It was a whacky gift to me
For a birthday present
When I turned one
It’s from my whacky uncle Shan
I’ve had it for nine years.