While looking through old memorabilia, I came across a rather (not that) old school book when I was a sweet (still am) primary school story book. Of stories I had written. So I have decided to write in poem of two particular stories which happened I am guessing when I was about four. growing up as a countryside lass.
Day out with Daddy
We went for a walk with Daddy
In the nearby woods
I wore my smartest jacket
The one that has a hood
I liked to pick Blackberries
Their juice as sweet as gum
And then we saw some rabbits
And daddy he shot them.
He said that's dinner sorted
tonight we will have stew
Then he saw a lovely fox
And he shot that foxy too
I would like to add that most the things in my book was about some sort of murder of a small furry animal, that includes unicorns. And a Teddy which died at the hands of a lawnmower. And I am sure twenty...ish years later, the NSPCC, social services would be in contact about my stories. And maybe the RSPCA.
Or the FBI. If you saw my fathers Passport photo, you would also agree.
Day out with Daddy
We went for a walk with Daddy
In the nearby woods
I wore my smartest jacket
The one that has a hood
I liked to pick Blackberries
Their juice as sweet as gum
And then we saw some rabbits
And daddy he shot them.
He said that's dinner sorted
tonight we will have stew
Then he saw a lovely fox
And he shot that foxy too
I would like to add that most the things in my book was about some sort of murder of a small furry animal, that includes unicorns. And a Teddy which died at the hands of a lawnmower. And I am sure twenty...ish years later, the NSPCC, social services would be in contact about my stories. And maybe the RSPCA.
Or the FBI. If you saw my fathers Passport photo, you would also agree.
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