Hay Lines

Ben’s photo of Hay

Ben’s poem from Hay was inspired by the instructions…

Great Literay Giants

Giant leaps of the imagination, giant thoughts, giant facts, giant poems, giant stories, giant collaborations.. WRITE AND RETURN!

the giant was big

his favirate food was pig

he has lots in his brain

he drinks water from the drain

he likes to have a race

he runs at a very fast pace

his favirate coluer is red

his favirate person is ded

his wife is called guy

she is very shy

Well, what do you think?

If an educational psychologist/regression therapist/hypnotherapist/strange kids-ist is reading this…

He’s fine, really.
He’ s OK.
He even wrote out his poem twice so he could bring one copy home, while also leaving a copy for the two men in funny hats who were sitting on small stools inside the giant’s brain.

And I know the brain isn’t the right place to put stools – but the Hay organisers obviously don’t.

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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4 Responses to Hay Lines

  1. Omega Mummy says:

    Well, he sounds a) completely fine and b) very good at rhyme (and meter). I like it. Though I can see why you’d stay indoors if called Guy and married to giant (might be some transgender stuff here…)

  2. Beta Mum says:

    It’s probably the first poem he’s written that doesn’t contain the word “poo”, which he usually rhymes with the word “loo”.
    So I’d say it’s an advance.
    Calling the giant’s wife Guy is consistent with calling his willy “Milly”, anyhow.

  3. brom says:

    I’m liking him more and more. Good work! and there is nothing wrong with poems about poo.

    It’s a man thing

  4. Beta Mum says:

    Poo and lawns eh? (see “battle for the garden”)

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