She found she couldn't stop.
Then one day her hand turned blue,
Her wrist began to flop.
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Susie Scrawler drew and drew,
She found she couldn't stop. Then one day her hand turned blue, Her wrist began to flop.
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Miss. Prudy had a great big tusk,
emerging from her head. Mr. Bumble had two giant horns, and they were coloured red. Ever seen a vampire bat that flashed a sharp-toothed smile?
Or some slimy water goblins ride a crocodile? I have... Perhaps you saw an ogre eating gravy-covered toes? Or looked up at the sky and saw some glowing UFOs? I did... How about some phantom lions in a creepy zoo? I can see these spooks and more, and guess what? You can too! Here’s how... Think of, let’s say, a haunted house, and with your mind explore it Now all that scary stuff you see, just take a pen and draw it! This morning I woke to a sunrise so bright,
Mum told me the sky painters came in the night. She said while we slept they were loading their brushes, With pigments as pink as a thousand girls’ blushes, And sweeping across the horizon they made, The world a huge canvas in this cheery shade. I looked at the colours high over the trees, I wondered, just what kind of painters are these? They must have long arms for strokes so big and wide, Or have some fantastic winged creatures to ride? With a smile she said, seeing these artists is rare, But often there are clues that they've been up there. A smudged circle round the medallion sun, A criss-cross of lines that no plane could have done. Or when there’s a cloud, she said, shaped like a heart- All might be original works of sky art. That’s nice mum, I said, It’s a pretty thought but… Don’t tell anyone else or they’ll think you’re a nut. Mind Map
I went for a walk, Inside my own brain, A short little trot, Down my own neural lanes. There were some surprises, I will not deny, I was taken aback, By the pig in peach pie, By the pink stumpy bushes And trees that could flower, With five different colours In each passing hour. A tiger surprised me, Who ever could guess, That his striped orange fur, Was long pants and a vest? But mostly what shocked me, What made me feel crackers, Was that driving my brain Were four monkey hijackers. |
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