Loz (lozenger8) wrote,


I can't even go into how knackered I am.

I've had, what, four hours sleep? Yeah, that sounds about right.

And now, a silly poem I wrote to help Nick write a silly poem. He was given the line "when I was a child" and expected to write poetry from it. Nice scaffolding there, teacher woman. I'm hoping it was a 'test prior knowledge' device.

The meter is cocked, but I like it anyway. Must be read with a foolish Kentish accent. If you don't know how to do this, improvise.

When I was a child, I’d stare up at the sky,
And wonder at the creatures I’d see flying by.
They were different colours, they were many sizes,
How they flew and where they flew were things of great surprises.
I wanted to be able to join them way up there.
And glide around and swoosh around as another child would stare.

When I was a child, I would play with blocks.
I’d make wonders of the world before they’d go in their box.
The trifle tower, the statue of liverty and a little Ben.
I had a lot left yet to learn, well, I was only ten.
I said when I was older, I would build something somewhere.
Now I’m twenty-two, I don’t even own a chair.

When I was a child, I liked to stare at others.
Mum and Dad, the shopkeeper, even my boring brothers.
What did they do, why did they do it, and could I do it too?
How to fit into the world was a much needed clue.
I live my life the best I can, I wouldn’t say it’s bliss.
Whoever said that growing up would ever be like this?

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