5 July 2012
When the night draws in, My Opuss has to go away, Only for a while, Till morning,
Mum says I need sleep, Says I'm a growing girl, But annoyingly nights when I write best, Dreams and imagination running free,
But you see I have a end of term assessment, A scientific affair, With cloning and photosynthesis, scattered here and there,
So when the night draws in, I say goodnight to Opuss, So that night I dream of a million things, And put them into stories for all of you to read.
Opuss № I