I’m writing, sitting on the bus
And feeling very tired
From working at my dead-end job.
I’d rather be admired
For writing rhyming children’s books
And doing all the art
That transports kids to magic worlds,
Exciting every heart.
I’d fill my books with ogres,
Goblins, elves and fairies too,
Maybe some made-up animals
You won’t find in a zoo.
Like Loch Ness monsters, dragons,
Yeti, even chupacabra
And there would be some spells too
With words like abracadabra. ( 🙂 I bet you thought I wouldn’t find a rhyme for chupacabra lol)
My stories would have characters
Who help each other out.
It’s better to co-operate
Of that there is no doubt.
There would be damsels in distress
And knights on big, white steeds
Who ride around the magic kingdom
Doing worthy deeds.
Although there’d be some mischief
From some goblins, gnomes or elves
There’d also be a lesson
Kids would work out for themselves.
They need to learn when they are small
To be helpful and kind
To people and to animals
So that one day we’ll find
Our world has changed to somewhere
That is great and I’ll be proud
To know I’ve influenced this young,
All changes start with just small things
A thought, a word, a deed
And then they grow to, hopefully,
Become the change we need.
This world is wicked, harsh and cruel
I’d rather be elsewhere
Inside my tales of chivalry,
Of men who really care.
Where everything is colourful
In happy, magic land
Where all our problems disappear
And things work out as planned. ❤