I write a quite a bit of prose, mainly short stories. A lot of them, but not all aimed at children. But poetry is a different matter, while I liked to read and listen to all sorts of poetry. I had always avoided trying to write it, mainly because I hadn't a clue how to go about it (still haven't).
Despite my misgivings, other members of the writing group that I attend, persuaded me to give it a try and like a fool I agreed, knowing full well that I could not meet their exacting standards. Not to worry I thought, I could only do my best, even if it turned out to be rubbish. Unable to get to grips with formal sonnets, I decided to try my hand at free verse. But when the waste bin overflowed, I gave it up as a bad job and decided to clear the garage instead.
Which turned out to be a good idea, because I came across one of Katie's old toys, a fuzzy, one eyed monster from, "Monsters Inc" I think his name was Michael? Anyway it started me writing and the result is below.
Can't Find Him Anywhere.
I cannot find my Monster; I can't find him anywhere.
Last time that I saw him he was in the big armchair.
I only went to the kitchen to butter us both a scone.
When I returned, he wasn't there; I wonder where he's gone.
.
Have you seen my Monster? He's really, really tall.
You'll know him if you see him, he's like a fluffy ball.
I've looked everywhere in all the places I could think.
I've even searched the cupboard, beneath the kitchen sink.
.
If he comes toward you, while walking down the lane
Though he's big and strong and can be an awful pain.
He's really just a pussycat and wouldn't harm a fly.
So don't get all worried; he'll never make you cry.
.
If you find him hiding behind a big old tree
Give him lots of kisses and send him home to me
Tell him that I love him, because I really, really do
And I'll never try again, to flush him down the loo.
