So here is an invitation: Anyone who would like to do a drawing, sketch, doodle, illustration, oil painting, water colour, pen and ink drawing of anything at all to illustrate on or other of these rhymes please do so and send them in to me. I will try to include as many as I can onto the blog, and when a book finally comes out the best ones will be included. If the function to do so isn't there yet, please e-mail them to me at bowleyfarm@gmail.com
Perhaps you are at school and would like to introduce the idea to your class as a project, or you are doing illustration at college and would like to showcase your work. I can't promise anything, but it is certainly my intention for this challenge to gather publicity and momentum, and hopefully go around the world eventually. And most of all I want a fully illustrated collection of stories to be published. The illustrations could be yours!
The Creech.
May I introduce to you,
A proper little ‘How d’you do’?
Maybe you’ve glimpsed him in the gloom,
Creeping nightly round your room!
Don’t worry, do not be alarmed,
He will not let you be harmed!
He really thinks you’re quite okay;
In a funny kind of way.
Late at night he prowls around,
Taking things that he has found;
Things that maybe you don’t need,
But he does very much indeed!
He’s the one who's got your shoe,
You know the one, it’s kind of blue.
Last night he very quietly took,
Two pairs of knickers and a book!
That scooter you no longer use,
The hairdryer that blew a fuse,
The breakfast bowl you always had,
The Furbie that once drove you mad!
All these things and lots of others;
Not just yours, some were your mother’s,
He came to secretly remove,
In a way you couldn’t prove.
He is the Creech who lives below,
The biggest puddle that you know.
He only comes out in the night,
When everyone is sleeping tight.
Half fish, half duck, half dragonfly,
The Creech is never wet nor dry.
He wears odd socks, and your pyjamas,
And wool from someone else’s llamas.
But the truth is he’s a thief,
And he lives close by underneath
The puddle in the road, that you
Have always liked to jump into.
That is where you’ll find your stuff,
If you look there hard enough;
All the stuff that’s disappeared,
That you thought was really weird.
Odd socks, odd toys, and silverware,
He has taken to his lair;
He needs these things so in he pops,
It’s not like he can use the shops!
He is a Creech, he’s not like us,
He cannot drive, or use the bus.
He has to sneak around at night,
When there isn’t too much light.
He doesn’t want to frighten you,
Doing stuff he has to do;
So if you see him creeping by,
Keep still, keep quiet and please don’t cry.
Just remember what it was,
He took away with him because
If you need it back one day,
He will hear it when you say;
‘Come on Creech, please bring it back’,
Whatever thing it is you lack.
Ask him in your mind, don’t shout;
He knows what you are on about!
The Creech knows when you really must
Have something back you thought you’d lost.
And that is why next day you’ll see,
It laying just where it should be!
It’s right there just behind the door;
You looked there several times before,
You thought it all was in your head,
You know now it’s the Creech instead!
© Stephen Saunders
May I introduce to you,
A proper little ‘How d’you do’?
Maybe you’ve glimpsed him in the gloom,
Creeping nightly round your room!
Don’t worry, do not be alarmed,
He will not let you be harmed!
He really thinks you’re quite okay;
In a funny kind of way.
Late at night he prowls around,
Taking things that he has found;
Things that maybe you don’t need,
But he does very much indeed!
He’s the one who's got your shoe,
You know the one, it’s kind of blue.
Last night he very quietly took,
Two pairs of knickers and a book!
That scooter you no longer use,
The hairdryer that blew a fuse,
The breakfast bowl you always had,
The Furbie that once drove you mad!
All these things and lots of others;
Not just yours, some were your mother’s,
He came to secretly remove,
In a way you couldn’t prove.
He is the Creech who lives below,
The biggest puddle that you know.
He only comes out in the night,
When everyone is sleeping tight.
Half fish, half duck, half dragonfly,
The Creech is never wet nor dry.
He wears odd socks, and your pyjamas,
And wool from someone else’s llamas.
But the truth is he’s a thief,
And he lives close by underneath
The puddle in the road, that you
Have always liked to jump into.
That is where you’ll find your stuff,
If you look there hard enough;
All the stuff that’s disappeared,
That you thought was really weird.
Odd socks, odd toys, and silverware,
He has taken to his lair;
He needs these things so in he pops,
It’s not like he can use the shops!
He is a Creech, he’s not like us,
He cannot drive, or use the bus.
He has to sneak around at night,
When there isn’t too much light.
He doesn’t want to frighten you,
Doing stuff he has to do;
So if you see him creeping by,
Keep still, keep quiet and please don’t cry.
Just remember what it was,
He took away with him because
If you need it back one day,
He will hear it when you say;
‘Come on Creech, please bring it back’,
Whatever thing it is you lack.
Ask him in your mind, don’t shout;
He knows what you are on about!
The Creech knows when you really must
Have something back you thought you’d lost.
And that is why next day you’ll see,
It laying just where it should be!
It’s right there just behind the door;
You looked there several times before,
You thought it all was in your head,
You know now it’s the Creech instead!
© Stephen Saunders
To book Steph'nonsense for a rhyming evening:
bowleyfarm@gmail.com or 01428 741212
Agent / publisher wanted.
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