The Painting Lesson
"What's THAT, dear?"
asked the new teacher.
"It's Mummy," I replied.
"But mums aren't green and orange!
You really haven't TRIED.
You don't just paint in SPLODGES
You're old enough to know
You need to THINK before you work…
Now - have another go."
She helped me draw two arms and legs,
A face with sickly smile,
A rounded body, dark brown hair,
A hat-and in a while,
She stood back (with her face bright pink):
"That's SO much better - don't you think?"
But she turned white
At ten to three
When an orange-green blob
Collected me.
"Hi, Mum!"
by Trevor Harvey
And I wanted it to end,
So I told him about the boy who cried "wolf!"
Hoping he would comprehend.
I told my son, whom I adore.
"When the wolf came to eat him, he called for help,
But no one listened anymore."
My heart was all aglow.
But he dashed my hopes when he nodded and said,
"I was eaten by a wolf once, you know."
