Over the half term Darlek and I went on a special day out to a local town and we sat on a bus for ages. To while the time away we took a pad and pen. Darlek decided to compose a poem / story, this was dictated to me, and I wrote it down whilst grinning broadly and thinking about how my daughter may have inherited my love of words and silly stories. I think Darlek has possibly heard a similar poem somewhere else, but I’m not sure. Either way, I think it’s fabulous and involved absolutely no prompting from me. Enjoy!
My Little Brother is a Pest
‘My little brother is a pest!
I tried to send him off to space, but he wet the rocket.
Then I tried to feed him to wild animals, but the cat was too tired
and then I tried to cellotape him down on the floor, but he was too wriggly.
Then I tried to turn him into a frog, but he ate the book of spells.
Then I tried to put him in a cardboard box and post him to my grandma and grandad,
but he made the postman come back because he was wriggling and turning so the postman thought there was a ghost in the box.
Then I went to the shop, I tried to leave him there, but he started to cry and then my mum heard him
and then I didn’t have any ideas left……..so I kept my little brother.’
We had a really lovely day out, Darlek and I threw bread for the ducks and swans and we went on a canal boat ride. Loved it. A day tinged with golden sunshine, and a happy rosy glow – I love spending quality time with Darlek. We played tag on the pavement, and I felt like a big kid. Probably drove a couple of people mad dashing between them and running after each other, but what the hell! She’s only young once.