Jan 2016
INTRODUCING FRANKENSTEIN TO CHILDREN
I'm a very put-to-get-her-at-the-
-last-moment 'me.'
My eyes stuck on
mere coloured paper & glue
like something Year 2
would do
a pair of lungs
fashioned from
a deflated blue ballon
a pierced Fairy Liquid Washing Up bottle.
My mouth...aghhhh...my thoughts
all full of bile...vile!
This trying to put one foot in front of
the other...oh what a bother!
Oh I remember now
it's called walk-ing.
The mouth moves
but the talk doesn't come out.
My brain bits of string *
tin cans & things.
Yes yes & YES
SILENCE PLEASE.
SILENCE THE BEST
CURE OF ALL.
Oh no Year 2
are lining up in the hall.
I'm a very put-to-get-her-at-the-
-last-moment 'me.'
My eyes stuck on
mere coloured paper & glue
like something Year 2
would do
a pair of lungs
fashioned from
a deflated blue ballon
a pierced Fairy Liquid Washing Up bottle.
My mouth...aghhhh...my thoughts
all full of bile...vile!
This trying to put one foot in front of
the other...oh what a bother!
Oh I remember now
it's called walk-ing.
The mouth moves
but the talk doesn't come out.
My brain bits of string *
tin cans & things.
Yes yes & YES
SILENCE PLEASE.
SILENCE THE BEST
CURE OF ALL.
Oh no Year 2
are lining up in the hall.
The joys of teaching whilst being flu ridden....I looked and felt very much like the Frankenstein we were building. This was also the day I discovered I was getting fat! One of the littlest childs patted me on the belly and said in all earnestness "AWWWWW...SIR'S HAVING A BABY!" Out of the mouth of babes!
