I think that I’m cool.
I try very hard.
I wear the right trainers.
I think.
I’ve got the right clothes
I’ve got the right hair
It’s just that I’m short
and I’m pink.
My friends are all longer
and stronger than me
They fold into elegant lines.
Their pants are all baggy
Their t-shirts are grim
Some of them make their own vines.
My Mum says don’t worry.
She says that
I’ve just got to wait.
She says that we all just get through it.
It’ll all be alright
when I’m eight.
2 replies on “C is for Cool”
Hi Mum,
You’ve got to make this one an animal to keep it in line with the others surely?
Paul
Yes.. I take your point. Although I never said I was writing a bestiary. This one just turned up, which is why I wrote it down. But I do have another one cooking – C is for Cockroach. And D will be for Dungbeetle. I think I’ll just write what appears in my head at the time, but, if it isnt an animal, I’ll do two. xx