Oh, you’re back! Hello again!
If you read my last post (pause for trumpet solo), you’ll know I spent quite some time yesterday trying to find a bit of train-related artwork I drew when I was little. It eventually turned up in the loft, in a box of old schoolbooks and childhood memorabilia. But before I found it, I found a few sheets of paper proudly titled “Short Stories and Poems” in my wibbly kiddie-scrawl. After a quick peek I just had to bring them downstairs to share with you over a few blog posts – unedited and with original illustrations. I’m guessing I was probably around 9 years old when I created this mini-masterpiece, although a second trip into the loft may be required to try and match my handwriting to a schoolbook to confirm how old I was.
The scene is set by the following shocking announcement…
[Pauses to giggle – ‘two coloured sticks flew up from the ground’?!]
And here’s the first poem…
The Doodle-a-Gonk is a timid beast,
Haunted by its fears,
When cornered in a wood it may,
Dissolve itself in tears.
Awwww! Move over Ricky Gervais and your Flanimals!
Tomorrow I shall be educating you on the curious Spot-o-Spine…