Ok. I must stop being lazy and defeated and begin a project. Every day I am going to write, without thinking about it very much, a poem for children. I will make it an alphabet. And it will stop me being sad for at least half an hour.
A is for Aardvark.
Once there was an aardvark
who loved ants.
He really loved ants.
He really,
really,
really,
loved ants.
He loved snaking his long
long
long
long
sticky aardvark tongue out
as
far
as
it
could
go
and licking up ant
after ant
after ant
until he had a whole row of them caught on his tongue
To crunch
and munch
and scrunch
for his
lunch.
So,
if an aardvark ever says he loves you,
really, really, loves you;
Run.