Friday 6th November 2009
Hi,
As promised - a little later than planned; here are some of the photos from my last book launch, just before my birthday a couple of weeks ago. Thanks to everyone who came along - I didn't get photos of everyone, but thanks to Calum, Steve, Sean mark 1, Harry, Lucy, Calum, Gareth, Andrew, Gibson, Miles, Robert, Tom, Vinnie, Sean mark 2and David for coming along on the night and extra added thanks for the birthday presents, card and cake. Apologies if I left anyone's name off...
There is also a new poem from the next collection: DO YETI WEAR PYJAMAS? at the end - as mentioned earlier this week - a silly little ditty called THE YETI OF MUSWELL HILL... It's only a first draft - but I like it...
I hope you like the poem and enjoy the photos, which are at the end after the poem...
Furry hugs,
Paul x
THE YETI OF MUSWELL HILL
There once was a yeti –
Up in old Muswell Hill…
Who would peep in through windows –
And sunbathe on the sill!
Still, folk weren't too bothered –
He was a beast of few words;
But it only took a quick growl…
Just to scare off the birds…
He was the very best scarecrow –
That a plant could desire…
The very best baby-sitter –
That a young mother could hire!
Yes, the very best waiter...
Who could ever deliver!
In all of North London –
A furry, fleet-footed thriller!
Down in old Hampstead woods –
Watching blooms in the spring!
Down the road at the Palace –
With his cat on a string...
If you ever did see him –
On the town - on the prowl...
He, more often than not...
Wore a large bathroom towel –
And a pink pair of slippers...
And a chic beret from Gap…
But he'd always say hi –
Yes, and then raise his cap!
He would go buy some milk –
Or a nice currant bun!
Go and sit on the hill –
And just lie in the sun…
Yes, it's the weirdest of stories...
I am sure you have heard…
For his lunch he'd eat kippers –
Serve his tea, lightly stirred...
What a life he did lead!
He'd just sit and he'd paint...
Maybe chase a few squirrels –
Plant a seed and just wait!
He would sweep up the leaves –
Turn them into a scarf…
Meet his friends for a pint –
Maybe only drink half…
He would keep his fur clean –
Take a bath in a pond…
If you sent him a note –
He would always respond!
Always lent out a paw…
To those in dire need…
What a gent without doubt!
A fine beastie, in tweed...
Oh, there once was a yeti –
Who lived high on the Hill…
He made his home in my shed…
Now he's living there still…
He'll always pop in for cake –
Or a cup of Earl Grey…
For he is one of the family –
Yes - and long may he stay!