I have too many started projects bouncing around in my head. Fantasy, poetry, children’s books which will need illustrations which I would dearly love to do myself. and load of other short stories that are screaming to be written. But I need to focus. Now that the weather has cooled a bit and I can come indoors perhaps I should stop sunbathing and get on with them.
Seagulls flying by
Seagulls flying past the garden over my head.
Calling each other. I wonder what they said.
Two little baby grey ones go by
Behind some adults they fly.
Mum, slow down I need the loo,
I’ve got to stop and do a poo.
You are a bird and you have to do it on the wing.
If we stop now we won’t get the thing.
I feel sick I have to stop.
Not stopping till we get to the top.
Are we nearly there yet?
Not long now, watch for the net.
Mum, he touched me tell him off.
I didn’t, I didn’t, I needed to cough.
Keep up you baby birds don’t fly so slow.
You can do better we’ll be there in just a mo.
Flying direct, you should be fine
Just keep going in a nice straight line.
I’m Hungry Mum, I need to eat.
On the beach where we all meet,
We find you some tasty fish.
And give it to you on a dish.
Wait for me mummy, its’ too fast
My energy won’t last
Nearly there now not long to go
And we will be safe from the foe.
So, do parents always say the same
When their kids won’t refrain
From complaining and moaning and yelling
and tall tales on each other telling?