Poems
First foray into poetry was age 6 at school in Newnham. It was about a bee. The teacher was so impressed she took me into the BIG PEOPLE'S class in the adjoining portacabin to read it aloud to them.
I peaked at thirteen with a poem about a family Christmas. I still remember being part of a group of three who'd been tasked with choosing interesting Christmas literature to read to the class that year. It was a class project. It seems very vain in retrospect but actually I'd really struggled to overcome shyness that year (true). Vain, because I read out my own poem. It received a terrific response which, when you're thirteen, you're in an English class surrounded by your peers, given that I took a big risk at lowering my streetcred even further, took some guts. The teacher asked for a copy to read to her friends at Christmas. Dumbdumb here gave her the original. No idea where it is now.
Given my inspirational authors (wait for it) be prepared for mostly nonsense.
Eddie the Dog and the Hoolie
Eddie went to the window.
He stopped. He stared.
"Great Scott!" he woofed,
"'Tis blowin' a hoolie oot thar!
This walkies plan must be revoked
To save this pooch from getting soaked.
I'll poop and poop and poop some more
All over their shiny laminate floor.
And as they lift each chocolate log
I'll smile knowing I'm such a clever dog.
Baby's "Going to Sleep Song"
When you look up at the night sky
What do you see?
The Great Bear, Little Bear, and Alpha Centauri
When you look up at the night sky
Stars shine down on you
They twinkle and they sparkle
Until the morning dew.
When you look out at the sea-loch
What do you see?
A seahorse, jellyfish and waving seaweed
Moonlight shines over the sea-loch
The waves they ebb and flow
The ship moves through the water
And makes the plankton glow.
When you go out through the forest
What do you see?
A spider's web, badger tracks and squirrels scaling trees
Night-time falls over the forest,
The pine, the oak, the yew,
Shelter little baby
Until the morning dew.
