Poem of the Week 111

The Painting Lesson

 

Trevor Harvey

 

 

‘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!’

 

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