Dear Mum

While you were out

The table went 
and broke its legs.

The plate went 
and broke itself.

The cat went and viciously 
drowned itself.

The rabbit went 
and buried itself.

An armchair cut itself
I don’t know how that happened.

Oh, and the toilet pipe burst itself.

I think the house is haunted 
So I’ve gone to Peckham Pulse for a bit.

Liam Doolan
Age 9

Why not try...

  • reading other poems where it sounds like objects have come alive.
  • clicking on 'personification' and finding other poems that use this device.