by Rowan Blair Colver
I had a look in God's wardrobe
When I was round for tea
A never ending cupboard
Well, as far as I could see
The costumes were immaculate
Outfits pressed with steam
Different clothes
From around the globe
Of what people expected to see
Many white gowns and crowns and gold
And a few other coloured ones too
Bodies of steel or scale and tail
Weaponry, magic books, silly hats and wings
There were heads of animals
Smelly old things
Some with horns and some with teeth
But the best thing was
What you really ought to see
There was one just like you
and
There was one a bit like me