Mary’s
five and Bea is three,
Bob
is nine, that’s three times Bea.
In
four more years I’ll be eleven,
That’s
much better than being seven.
Granddad’s
sixty I am told,
How
many years till I’m that old?
Funny
how mum’s age never changes,
She’s
been twenty-one for ages!
Questions:
1. How old is the narrator now?
2. How many years later will the narrator be sixty?
3. What have you learned from this poem? Retell it to your pals in your own words.
