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The Tales of Beetle, about: #1
The Crazy-mad Mallard
I drove my old beetle, one wonderful day, Out into the country, and so far away, From noises of traffic, and other cars, bleak, Unlike my old carriage, put-putting so sweet.
Ambling past meadows and little duck ponds, I soaked up the ambience, where I felt I belonged. Admiring small cottages perched high upon hills, I knew that I’d enjoy this rural idyll.
Then turning a corner, and a sharp one at that, I slammed on my brakes, and I stared at a track, A rail crossing before me, with bells clanging loud, Warned of a train coming; I listened for its sound.
But I heard nothing; not one hint of the roar, From the motor propelling it, be it diesel or more. So I turned off my engine and got out from my car, And I went to the barrier, to gander some more.
Looking left and then right, along a track deathly quiet, I was no more enlightened, not a thing was in sight. Then all of a sudden, in a flash of bright light, The Mallard appeared, and oh what a sight!
The world’s fastest steam engine hurled past me so fast, I stood there agog; I stood there aghast. And as for that nameplate, on the front of her frame, Did it really say ‘Crazy-mad Mallard’, was it truly THAT train?
Was it really the train from my youth, from my verse, When my socks they changed colour, bathed in its steam burst? The train Harry Rotter and her cousin, Box, journeyed on, To Hagswords special school, to secure her Marbles, anon?
If you think this confusing, this account somewhat strange, Just read my, here, stories – and you’ll see what I mean, In my crazy-mad world of Alice and Rotter, Jimmy and Fle, Bolf and many others.
Now its goodbye from me, perhaps I’ll see you one day, When my works have been published, when I’m having my way. But until that time comes I’ll keep on writing – I will, Of trolls, bats and dragonflies, in my crazy-mad tales.
So, adios, adieu, farewell my dear child, the Crazy-mad writer needs to sleep for a while. ZZZZZZ.........
P. S. I'll set off for another drive in my old beetle REAL SOON!!!
I am the crazy-mad writer of children's stories,songs, nursery rhymes and much, much more!
© Gerrard T Wilson 2008 |
