Post by Artemis on Sept 22, 2009 17:07:18 GMT -5
Wordsworth the Bookworm meets Shakespeare (kind of)
Wordsworth munched at the spine of a book,
Red in colour, pages unstuck.
It must have been old as the pages were chewy
He found his lips were sticky and gooey.
The magical tunnel took him right away,
Through Arabian Nights to a midsummer day.
It was nearing the end as the shadows were long
And many dancers lined up in a throng.
Beautiful ladies in fetching attire
Danced around daintily he stood and admired.
The bard himself Mr Shakespeare was there,
Silvery beard and flyaway hair.
He pointed at things and directed the cast,
Wordsworth was pleased he had seen him at last.
So many poems and stories he’d read
By this man dressed in tights and a funny shaped head!
The night had turned starry the play was alive,
Wordsworth sat next to the bard with such pride.
Suddenly he woke at Macbeth’s mighty scream,
He’d slept rather soundly through A Midsummer Night’s Dream!
Wordsworth started out as a childrens book. I am thinking of maybe looking to get a poetry book published of his adventures. He lives in a victorian library along with a family of four. His friend is mousey, silk worm and they all fall into all kinds of books and have adventures. I thought of making it educational too for bedtime reading for younger children or children of all ages ... different levels of reading etc .... K x
Wordsworth munched at the spine of a book,
Red in colour, pages unstuck.
It must have been old as the pages were chewy
He found his lips were sticky and gooey.
The magical tunnel took him right away,
Through Arabian Nights to a midsummer day.
It was nearing the end as the shadows were long
And many dancers lined up in a throng.
Beautiful ladies in fetching attire
Danced around daintily he stood and admired.
The bard himself Mr Shakespeare was there,
Silvery beard and flyaway hair.
He pointed at things and directed the cast,
Wordsworth was pleased he had seen him at last.
So many poems and stories he’d read
By this man dressed in tights and a funny shaped head!
The night had turned starry the play was alive,
Wordsworth sat next to the bard with such pride.
Suddenly he woke at Macbeth’s mighty scream,
He’d slept rather soundly through A Midsummer Night’s Dream!
Wordsworth started out as a childrens book. I am thinking of maybe looking to get a poetry book published of his adventures. He lives in a victorian library along with a family of four. His friend is mousey, silk worm and they all fall into all kinds of books and have adventures. I thought of making it educational too for bedtime reading for younger children or children of all ages ... different levels of reading etc .... K x
